April 28, 2005 accusations and contemplations

Your movie star name: Vegitables Pran

Your fashion designer name is Orion Manchester

Your socialite name is Dudus Beavercreek

Your fly girl / guy name is O Mal

Your detective name is Cat Beavercreek

Your barfly name is Apple Hard Liquor

Your soap opera name is Michaelis Prudence

Your rock star name is Snickers

Your Star Wars name is Orimar Malste

Your punk rock band name is The Tampon

Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

Orion Michaelis Malhotra's Aliases

Your movie star name: Fruit Pran

Your fashion designer name is Orion London

Your socialite name is DUDUS Van Wert

Your fly girl / guy name is O Mal

Your detective name is Kitty Beavercreek

Your barfly name is Apple Hard LIQUOR

Your soap opera name is Michaelis Prudence

Your rock star name is Supercool Eyes

Your star wars name is Oripoo Malste

Your punk rock band name is The Happy The Tampon

The Amazing Meganame Generator

Hiatus - A gap or interruption in space, time, or continuity; a break.

I don’t specifically like being disappointed in myself, go figure! But this morning was especially challenging, for I had told myself I was not going to indulge in a morning puff, and when it came to, I gave up and dove right for the deliciousness known as a camel filter. The regular brand of mine, and everyone else I know of course. Let me tell you, I’m not going to say it was bad because of it though, because frankly it was much enjoyed in the silence of my room.

Stephanie, mwah, calls me this morning so awake, up, and energized and awake; and tells me that she’s never called me in the morning before. Yeah, very true and I’ve had plenty of mornings where I’ve thought: I’m going to call Stephanie to see what’s up, and present her with a phone kiss as well as a wish of love for the day; but I thought maybe she’ll be in the bathroom or not awake enough to say anything, or maybe her mom would get pissed or something; or even have a frog in her throat, which would be fucking hilarious might I add. So, I hear this real light knock on my door, barely woke me up to tell you the truth because I’m used to the dramatic pounding of my mom as if there were some apocalyptical event going on outside in our front yard, in which case my school better be fucking closed, and she should let me sleep. Ky Ky, who will become my next of kin if she continues the nice wake up calls, just lightly says, “hey Orion, you got to get up… you have a phone call, it’s Stephanie.” I thought to myself, maybe she’s skipping school, maybe she’s needing some encouragement or love or attention, maybe she’s hurt, maybe she her mom died, maybe her brother died, and my ideas just kept getting worse and worse. No No, I was so far off, luckily(thank god); she wanted to tell me to have a good day, how sweet. I am having a good day pumpkin buns, lol. That’s a knew one, even for me my queen. It’s coming up on 10:00 now, and sometimes it’s hard to believe all that time has gone by already; but today is not one of those cases. I was thinking maybe I’ve been slacking on getting my license too much for not only my mental well being, but for Stephanie and my dad’s mental health. If I don’t get my license not only will I freak out because I’m dying from the repetition of my daily routine, but I can’t help out the people I love: Stephanie, Dad, Max, and various other friends of mine. I feel like I should be more involved in things that have some social interaction, that’s good for me and my other antisocially inclined friends. That’s just a thought. I JUST FUCKING WANT MY LICENSE SO I CAN GO OVER TO SEE MY QUEEN. You know, my queen is supposed to be at my side; she’s not supposed to be gone this long. There’s a shadow imprinted on the ground behind where she used to be, by my side. Mwah.

Audrey’s been freaking about the end of the world, and she thinks that this new pope is uber ugly, UU, with his face reminding her of the character she wants to call buffalo bill from Hannibal, the sequel to silence of the lambs; but I keep contesting that accusing him of being the character Mason (he’s rich and lives in a mansion) with face that’s all Fucked up right there. You know who I’m talking about if you’ve the sequel to one of the best flipping movies since… since…I got nothing…wait THE BEST MOVIE EVER IN HISTORY EVER—Primer, a science fiction about time travel(which really is a good fictional story). I think it’s funny they can say some of these fictional stories movies use are “based on real life events, and based on a true story.” I saw some movie about these male prostitutes in Las Vegas; who make a living off the tourists during the summer nights doing what you know you wish you could do for a living. It was saying it was based on real events and a true story, where it is clear that no one could really know what the fuck these people were doing when they went home at night; I say that because half the movie is each of these two 14-17 year old boys at their extremely shity abandoned McDonalds warehouse wannabe renovated closet of an apartment places think and narrate themselves. In the end of the movie both of the boys end up dying; one finds the other raped and left in an alley stripped, so he loses it and kills himself by jumping off a cliff. This movie was actually a very good movie and I kind of hate the fact I can’t remember the name right now. It’ll come to me when I least expect it.

You know a cup of coffee sounds good about now, and I know where and how to get some of the good stuff in this temporary drug rehab wannabe school. THE TEACHER MESSHALL! Bitches I’m a coming, my crackers. No, I’d really have to create some diversion out in the lunch room, which is connected, and wait for all the teachers to come out to check it out, as so I could run in all James Bond like, rolling and flipping for no apparent reason, to smuggle out some sweet Columbian juice. Mmmm.

Oh my goodness! Lunchtime. I’ll type later on. For now, I’m off to see what’s for lunch.

O Mal out. ::drops it like it’s hauuuuuuuut::