Sique

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 15:55:06 GMT

Well. I did nae get the job.
Sainsbury's had the nerve to say I failed the interview process. And here I was thinking I'd made a good impression.

It was a good job for me - paid well, working nights, cig breaks, etc. Now, because they rejected me, I may have to give up my lifestyle and work day shifts. I feel depressed. Whatever.

I fail as a shelfstacker.

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:39:38 GMT

Uh.
I just watched the new Shippuuden opening.

what the fuck was that

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 21:42:58 GMT

'James from Canada' is my new hero. ;0

So as some of you may know, I've been having troubles with my computer. I'm not suprised that this is the longest time I've ever had a computer - mostly, they last a year tops, but I've always had cheap machines. This one we actually forked out for, so it's life is super important to me. I trust it. ;-;

And when it starts making beeping noises and not recognising anything or switching on, flashing diagnostic lights, I freak out. It seemed to be getting progressively worse - first, unplugging the monitor and replugging fixed it. Then, unplugging everything non-vital and replugging. Today, nothing would work - I left everything but the power out, and it still would nae work, kept making the beeping.

I was in tears at one point, sure that these last two years of storage and -life- were gone forever. The people at Dell have always been the -best technical support ever-, but this guy had to top it. He could obviously tell how distressed I was, and went as far as to fucking walk me through surgeonning the innards of my PC. All I had to do was open up the case and switch memory sticks to the spare slots - but I have never done anything near that before. I opened it up, saw -my life- infront of me in this little box, and was shocked/terrified. I actually said, 'Oh my god, so this is my life'. I had no reference pictures - a -vocal walkthrough- that took the best part of an hour got me through it. But I fucking -did it-. It was amazing. I'm so proud of myself. I know that 70% of the people I know are computer buffs, but wow. I feel so much more.. Intermediate, now. ;-; And proud that I didn't just cry and run away and gave up, and amazed that you can actually -do- that, and no doubt fix a -lot- of problems that way and.
God.
I never knew.

So thankyou, James from Canada. Basically, you saved my life.

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:27:10 GMT

Ew my chili rotted a bit from being left out for so long, but I ate it anyway.
And got sick. >:

I for sum make gud Mary Sues.

Wiggle came over for two nights. <3

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:21:06 GMT

My computer broke down today. Again. Memory modules acting up - I'm getting sick of waking up to angry beeping noises and having to fix this shit. ;-;

In a desperate attempt to 'wait and see' I turned to my old VHS cassettes, victimising this , which was also my first ever anime. (Though I didn't know it, at the time. I was 7 and stole it from a friend.)
Like 10x better than the Disney version. :/ I want to find a subbed copy of this sheet. Want to gives me sum halp? :3

IN OTHER NEWS, I'm applying for a job at Sainsbury's. Stacking shelves in the dead of night, of all things. Lawlawl. But I am so hopeful and eager for this job - 10 hours a night, 10PM 'til 8AM, which means I can keep my lifestyle. Hope to just work 2 or 3 nights a week, and I also get smoking breaks and while I'll be heavy lifting (Building my muscles! <3), when I'm stacking low shelves I'm allowed to sit down.

ogodpleaseletmegetit. ;-;

Sat, 10 Nov 2007 15:16:27 GMT

D: My peeps want to STEAL MY SAKON AND UKON GASHAPON FIGURE.

But it's my precioussssss.
*hoard.*

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 22:23:57 GMT

I MADE MOOD ICONS.
They nearly killed me. ;/

There are fifteens. :>
They feature a few of my characters, and one of myself. x3;

Kei Art Meme. :3

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 17:14:04 GMT

Open up a folder containing as much of your art as possible.

Post the oldest image you can find.

Ohhhh my god~. THANKGOD I am a hoarder and have everything I EVER DREW give or take a few, so you get to view this ART MASTERPIECE that is OC DBZ characters from when I was what hur, 11?
I don't know whether to laugh or.. Die.

Post the last thing you drew.

ATT-LUSS. :>

Post the oldest image you can find of your personal character.

ogod she has gained weight liek woah.

Post something you drew because you were stupidly happy.

Post something you drew during depression.

Post something that spawned from anger.

OHLOL I am scary.

Post something you drew that spawned from an online conversation.

Post something you drew that spawned from a real life conversation.

*bitter and twisted. :>*
Sasori sushi roll, olol.

Post a long-lost icon.

halo t'ar Soule.

Post something you never finished.

Saffaths. :>

Post a picture you were happy to see again.

et moar Saffaths. With bonus Luppi. :>

Post the oldest picture you can find, that you drew for a friend.

Post the best thing you've drawn all year.

OMY was that fun. ;3

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 23:44:17 GMT

Maxx : How many stones do you weigh?
Sique : OVER 9000!

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 23:21:01 GMT

Hi hair. :3
And seatbeast. :>

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 20:53:49 GMT

Just had uh weirdest situation ever.
Installed WoW yesserday and found out trackballs, however awesome, suck for WoWplayery. So today while out bought this AMAZING mouse, fucking all singing all dancing, and uh when I come home I switch on my computer, won't work, manually reboot, won't work, manually reboot, finally works but deletes some strange thing and then, everything works but my trackball. Now. I hadn't installed my new mouse yet - It's in its box as we speak. Somehow, the trackball KNEW? D: Idk. Distressing. Anyway finally got help by Dell XPS services and spoke to the fucking nicest customer support guy -ever-. Not only was he actually from a Western country but he was so reassuring and talkative and friendly. Jesus. It made such a difference.

KSO BUT. BEFORE THAT.
Omg I actually woke up before 8AM today. I nearly died. We went to put out the horses, get horse supplies (And me a pair of Muckers since trainers and boggy fields don't work too good.), go Totnes (Local hippytown eee.) market, get my hair cut, put the horses in and then come back. Somehow we managed to fit in a trip to Comet, too.

But I had a fucking fabulous day. ;0 At the carpark, we were waiting for a fucking half hour and finally I got out the car and started chasing down people who looked like they might be leaving. One man tried to ignore me so I ran after him, lawlawl. Also when a space finally came I STOOD in the spot so nobody could steal it. Lawl. A nearby lady employed my services too while mom got a parking ticket.

oshit.
Like six months+ ago me and my Sarah went with her mom to Totnes and I saw this amazing umbrella, right? It was like expensive, but kindof uhhhh khaki with lime green trimmings and shaped like a leaf. Obviously I could not afford it. When we approached that shop today I asked if they had any left and she said no, all sold out. I was disheartened but couldn't help checking the umbrella box and like HIDING behind all the other umbrellas was ONE LEFT. It so waited for me d'awww. :3 I loff it hard. ;0 I gets it for Christmas. :>

In other news, we walked by a flea market and I saw this like. Amazing. Moon-shaped uh plywood shape, I guess it's a seat or a children's rocker? And it has like uhhhh blue giraffestyle print as covering. It is an amazing creature and I have nae seen anything else like it -ever-. The man said it was £10 which suprised me since it is so unusual and probably worth more, and when I said I -loved- it and mom said no, he fucking -gave it to me-. I could not -believe it-. I guess a lot of people wouldn't find use for it but jesus fuck, even though I now have -no space in my room- I fucking had to have it. I cuddle-carried it back to the car. x3;

All in all I had an amazing day with lots of fun goodies. Even the scary crapout of my computer was calmed by the awesome customer service. OH and I got a haircut, I will take pictures uh mebbe later tonight. It is just a bit shorter (Actually half the hair but still fairly long.)

On the way home from the horses we saw a dead badger. I made mom stop to check if it was dead, obviously had just died and wasn't cold. We very nervously poked at it with our shoes but unfortunately it was dead - at least I still have a foot. It was horrible, I loff badgers. But the ONE GOOD THING is that I got to touch a badger. I know it was dead, but it was whole and still warm and it felt like y'know, alive. That's a pretty selfish thing, to find a positive out of that - but I think if I died I wouldn't mind people finding the good in finally petting a wild Sique.

Tue, 30 Oct 2007 16:25:26 GMT

I'm sure if you know me or have read my semi-redundant older entries you will know me and my mom's boyfriend, Robbie, have never seen eye to eye.

It was never a case of, 'I hate you because you're not my dad'. I was always inviting, courteous and friendly. I'm nice people, really. Now, Robbie's not the STEPDAD FROM HELL. If it's just a case of getting along with him on equal grounds it's fine. The problem lies with having to live with him. He's a drunk. He's unreliable. He spends up all our money and never does work around the house. He acts like a spoiled brat, breaks things when he's angry, verbally abuses my mom and constantly complains about my lifestyle although I do far more to help mom than he does. Mom sees him for about 5 minutes every day. That man -lives- down the pub.

SOMETIMES he can be a great guy. But he's so unreliable. He'll go a week TOPS of being friendly, cuddly and hospitable, and then turn fullcircle. I've lived with him for four years, and I hardly know the guy. He doesn't make an effort to get to know me, even if I try.

I doubt many of you know about Pie.

Pie is Robbie's horse. He was previously owned by a very irresponsible young woman who let him run wild, and made him into a dangerous horse via her neglect of him. She's pretty screwed up - she loves him, she's just a mess. Anyway. She didn't know what to do, Robbie bought him off her and sent Pie away to be trained for a year or so. He came back to live with my mom's horse, George, and is now rideable and handlable, though grumpy and unpredictable - not a novice's horse, and one many have feared. At heart, he's a darling. He's just picky with who he likes.

Mom owns a horse, George. She's owned him since I was wee, and will undoubtably have him until he dies. I used to own and ride horses, but I quit when I was about 12. It's a lot of effort and a potentially dangerous hobby (The riding part.). So Pie is really rather needed as a companion for George - we stable them at a place where only we keep horses. It's part of a couple's house, they have a small but beautiful little yard they rent out to us, and let us take care of the stables.

Robbie hardly sees Pie. He's like the owner of a race-horse - he just visits him on occasion, -sometimes- rides him. We have always had someone sharing Pie, but it's always ended messily, so there are often gaps where just mom has to look after him. That's two horses a working mother has to look after, every day and night.
So I go and see Pie as much as possible, help mom out and give Pie a fuss. He gets lonely, insecure and grouchy. But he's a sweetheart - I'm one of his favourite people. He lets me fuss him and is just generally mostly docile around me. I have a bond with him - he's not my horse, but I am one of his favourite people. Tbh. I see him more than Robbie does.

Robbie is being a cunt at the moment. He's been horrible to my mom, never here - his general self, really. Apparently mom and he had a huge argument last night - I woke up to my mom telling me Robbie wants to sell Pie.

I think the only redeeming quality Robbie's ever had in my eyes is that he has Pie. Actually, Pie's registered in mom's name, but he's Robbie's horse by heart. Now, hearing that he wants to sell Pie just kindof takes any leniance I have for Robbie outta' the window. I'm sick of playing Mr. Fair and balancing out Robbie's bad acts to calm my mom down. For now at least, I am very sick of him.

Luckily mom's not gonna' get rid of Pie - not just yet. She needs a companion for George and we'd have to get another horse anyway, it's no extra cost. We just need to get a sharer for Pie, and it had better be a good one who doesn't fuck us around like everyone else has. In the mean time, I'm going to try even harder to help mom with Pie - it'll be good for him, anyway. He's all happy when he sees me.

There's my news.

Tue, 30 Oct 2007 04:43:55 GMT

I missed Dee Bee Zed.

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 19:28:32 GMT

OSHIT why was my mom not here to see that. ;_; I shoved like a quarter of a Big Mac in my mouth all at once and was all om nom SLATHER. Oh. It was so excellently disgusting. <3

I'm sure Big Macs have got smaller. I mean. I've certainly got bigger, but I don't think food size works like that 'I got bigger, the Big Mac stayed the same size'. I think I got bigger AND the Big Mac got smaller. ;0

In other notes I am having sleeping problems.

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 23:07:35 GMT

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 15:51:35 GMT

http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/334781

I lol'd.

Hayate is such a stoner.

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 21:01:48 GMT

INNOCENT SMOOTHIES are doing this thing where by when you buy one of their delicious beverages, if it says 'Buy One, Get One Tree', you get a special code that you can enter into the website, and then every time you do, they plant a tree to aide rural communities in Africa. :>
So I buy one every week. Hurhur.

SAVING TREES NEVER TASTED SO GUD.
Shameless plug.

:>

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 02:26:18 GMT

I return to my natural habitat. ;0

The train journey home was ENJOYABLE. I met a fascinating, worldly gentleman on the train. We chatted for the whole journey and he gave me a pashmina out of the blue as a gift! From Pakistan an' everything! :3 It is fun! I want to invite him to my THANKSGIVING DINNER. ;0

I miss dad a lot, but it's nice to be home in my bed and see my mom and Robbie. Robbie is a crazy. He bitches when I stay in my room building professional and communal skills, not to mention my art and writing (And getting totally drunk and smoking a shitload of pot, too.). When I spend like £300 partying in under two weeks he celebrates. Today he welcomed me with £30's worth of skunk and £20. Crazy boy.

I feel so lethargic. D: My bed is pulling all the stops charming me into it.

Have at my eyecandies. ;3

Hemp Lentil who is Hayley's. <3

EMOLIGHTING. ;0

I love thems. :3

:3

My 'Pick up and take home!~' stance. :3

Enjoy, yo.

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:20:51 GMT

Olol I am such a faghag.

After Ugly Betty I watch School of Performing Arts JUST BECAUSE there is a fag in it. And it's not the sort of show I enjoy. >: S'borin'. >: 'Cept the fag.

AND THEN AFTER THIS I shall watch a documentary on Britney Spears. I do emphasise that Mr. Crocker only -urged- my interest in her. But still. Glorious faghaggery. Sighsigh.

Gu chocolate souffle tastes way better in the microwave, even if it's supposedly better in oven. ;/

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 02:16:45 GMT

IN OUR DRUNKEN STUPOR m'dad teaches me a wee bit a' ROMANI.

Cur me a tuv ye' josskin.

:3

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 15:31:41 GMT

DREAM NEWS. ;0

I was in like. A school. Or something. And for some reason I was sharing school with Ed, Edd and Eddy. I don't know how that works, since I'm sure they don't even go to school. Anyway, some strange situation occured where I -chewed- Double-Dee's clothes. So he ran to his haus, to change. Some other guy (Unrelated to Ed, Edd and Eddy.) decided that he would buy him some new clothes, but I FOUGHT FOR THE RIGHT to choose his new clothes. Urp.

THE BATTLE WASN'T OVER, for we both raced to Double-Dee's haus, along with all of the school apparently. A HUEG PARTY occured, but nobody could find DD. He had a -huge- house. It wasn't like, the house he has in the cartoon. And he wasn't like. Really acting like DD. Just looked like him. ANYWAY. We all went on this search for him and I noticed a lot of vampires dwelling around his front door and for some reason being homosexual. Hundreds of them. Chatting each other up. FINALLY I found DD hiding in some random bedroom at the very top of his four-story-or-something house. Sleeping. So I curled up next to him and he woke up and we just like chatted about the party etc. BUT THEN, lolol, we heard like LOUDER PARTYING downstairs and advancing to us so we hushed up and pretended to be asleep. THE LEADER OF THE VAMPIRES turned out to be Wilamina (sp?) from Ugly Betty. And she tried to CAPTURE Double-dee so I ATTACKED her and ended up biting off the tip of her nose. AND THEN, like, spat heavily at her. I mean this stuff was just FLOWING out of me. And all brown and gooey. ANYWAY.

She was now infuriated, and chased me back to the room. But Double-dee... Cast a -spell- that transported us to some -farm-, in the weird upstairs room. I mean it just.. Went with us. ANYWAY we were found by some old ladies who fed us and let us shower. Because somehow we smelled a lot. While showering, I woke up.

Yes. Well. :l I'm sure it represents something. God knows what. I just know that I had to protect him. After y'know. Eating his clothes. o_o;

In other news, my sis and nephews and brother-in-law were gonna' come stay at the trailer on Friday, which would have been cramped and hectic but fun. They're a fun lot. :3 Sadly they didn't come, so life's really been pretty much as normal. I should be going home sometime next week. Uhur. ;0

A INCREDIBLY TAPESTRY GOLDMINE.

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 18:46:41 GMT

Urp.

The pretty thing came back to Hollyoaks. :3 Chris? Kris? I think he spells it the strange way.

Also. My sternum.. Aches. D: Why is this so frequent.

Whens I get back to mein haus, I must change the layout of this thinger. And download a lot of things. Like. Meerkat Manor, Ugly Betty and Skins. Urp. For now, I will post just-about daily in a spazz of boredem. >:

A return from the gravy

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 01:30:39 GMT

It's funny.
At my dad's, the flush on the porta-potty doesn't work. When you take a shit, you can push down the shit with some water - but all the paper has to go in a plastic bag and be put in the outside bin. It won't flush proper good. Same with piss, 'cept when it's piss, you don't have to take a bag in. You can just throw the used TP on the floor until you leave, and put it in the inside bin. Piss in such a small quantity doesn't smell a bit, though I have to say, my dad's sense of smell is near-nonexistant.
Well, I cannae smell 'nything, either.

That's the first introduction of my return to LJ. Charming, isn't it? I can assure you, I was TTLY peer-pressured into this. Like me and Hayley shoving shotties at Kei. oyes. She resisted better than I.

I went through my LJ a few days back, after returning from

keihound after spending like A WEEK infesting poor darlin' blasphemusfish 's house. I nested there, yo. Anyway, point is. Most of you. Stayed on my buddy list. Even though we don't talk much.
A few of you didn't. 'Cause we don't talk much.
Same with my OLD OLD posts from like a year+ ago. A lot of them don't apply much to my current life, but I guess it's fun to see what it was like a year ago. Maybe I haven't changed atall. Idk. It doesn't really matter.

RECAP YO.

I am called. SIQUE MORGENTHAU. I made my first name up, and my second one was taken from a minor character in the Gen13 comics. har har. No srsly, that's my name. Or at least, it will be. I've been waiting long enough to get it professionally changed, and I seem to be starting to do all the things I always wanted to do (ears re-pierced, stars tat'd on me, etc.) so it shan't be long, I do nae believe. 'Sides, even my grandparents had to call me that. Or else I ignored them.

You may call me Sique (Seek you), Pelki (Means 'Rape' in a fictional hermaphrodite language), Squee (A mistype of 'Sique' which BLED into irl.), and UGLY ALADDIN (if Aladdin was ugly, people would fucking kill him. Inside joke.), among other things.

My age is of NINE-TEEN YEARS. I am a fogey who eyes up young boys. Some of this is true.

My gender is female. I dislike it.

I am BISEXUAL with a preference for the FLAMBOUYANTLY GAY MALE. Delicious.

I'm a professional faghag, but not really. I'm just a sucessful faghag, I don't get paid for it.

I live WITH MY MOM. In a haus. We also dwell with my mom's boyfriend of some ridiculous ammount of years. He is a lazy alcoholic who's a decent guy unless he plays parent. Then I ignore him.

I roleplay a lot. ON A FURRY ROLEPLAY GAME, ROFL.

I art. I write. I sing. I'm a jack of all trades. Like that greasy guy from Meadowlands.

My height is 5'10. I THOUGHT it was 5'11, and even then I didn't feel tall enough. I'm really sad I'm one inch shorter. ;_;

I'm obese. AND I LOVE IT.

EAT.

My dad lives in a trailer. He's very cool. we do drugs together. :>

I'm sure there's some more stuff too. ;/

I LOOK KINDOF LIKE THIS.

oyea. Dead fish eyes. Sexy. I DO HAVE IRISES SOMEWHERE IN THERE. They're just small. >:
And grey hair. How'd that happen.

I forged this while drunk. But hell. I am usually drunk. :> Woop.

AND BEYOND THIS LINE IS OLDSCHOOL AKA KINDOF REDUNDANT. HOHO.

-----L I N E-----

This Isn't Good

Fri, 10 Feb 2006 18:58:10 GMT

I've realised that I can only successfully write when drunk.

I'm not kidding.
I haven't updated LBGA in like, months, ne? The time in which I was writing LBGA was a time when I was drinking nearly every night. It wasn't alcoholism, as I was able to give up as soon as I didn't feel like doing it anymore, and didn't drink for months. Didn't feel like it.

Now, me and Sarah have started writing a 'fic together. I wrote the first few chapters whilst drunk, and it was great fun. I couldn't write again until I was drunk. I'm not kidding. I sat at Sarah's for an hour today trying to write, and just not being able to.

God.

Let's hope I NEVER become an author.

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 13:40:14 GMT

Over 500 students in a school/college complex of around 2000 pupils have gotten gastro enteritis over the past week. Nearly all schools in the area have shut down, but our headmistress replies that Education is more important and it's in the school's best interest to keep going. I don't get it. If they shut down for a week, then the virus would flush itself out, but like this we'll be in danger of it for months. Highly infectuous, 'tis this. The symptoms are projectile vomitting and diahorrea. I don't want it, but I totally know I'm going to get it. there's no point in just me staying off either, because people will still be carrying it when I return.

It's shite. Pretty funny though. I saw two caretakers walking around in full-body white suits and masks yesterday. I now refer to it as 'The Plague' because people are acting like it is, including myself. Hey, it's fairly fun overreacting, you know. A teacher said to me today, 'Everyone's so excited!' and I replied, 'Excited because we're all going to get Gastro Enteritis?'

GASTRO ENTERITIS PARTY WOOOO. :0
It sounds really bizarre, apparently you don't feel ill, you just puke INSTANTLY for no apparent reason. Amusing, no?