YES, THERE'S A PART TWO!
When I woke up, HE HAD REPLIED!
I hope someone farts in his face . . . . really hard.

-continued from last entry-

hds4k : I'm not necissarily assuming that its going to be you in particular who is going to scrawl graffiti gallery, but as a general precaution I let the matter at hand (the person I'm critiquing) have the spotlight. Just so the focus doesn't shift to me and change subject.

As for my "opinion" just because it's opinion doesn't make it not a fact as well. Let me elaborate, if there was some person who enjoyed beating babies to death, most peoples' opinions would be that this person has something wrong with them. I'm just assuming that "beating babies is bad" is a fact in your book. Should we all just stand back and worry about this sick person's feelings? Or should we intervene, the people who stand back and say "oh its just your opinon, let him enjoy what he wants" are just as bad as the baby beater.

Now what if half of society was babybeaters, would that make it any more right? How dare I intervene, how dare I tell people when they're wrong, how dare I. The problem is, when people are offended they tend to ignore the message, this is a serious problem.

Saint-NOVAcaine : Wow, have you got a lesson to learn.
Facts are practically the polar opposite of opinions, just to get things straight. I know I learned that in first grade.

Also, beating babies to death and artistic preferences are completely different from one another. In the occasion of encountering an actual person who beats babies to death, of course we would try to intervene because it is harming another human being physically. The artwork that is the topic of this little . . . um . . . discussion, is by no means physically harming anyone. It is merely existing as a form of self expression. A harming action is definitely categorized differently in my mind than a still set of pixels on your computer which you are criticizing so harshly.

hds4k : Allright, what if someone painted an intricate mural of your family being brutally murdered, and this picture became so popular it appears everywhere you see. It isn't hurting anyone physically, but if you think that physical pain is the only way to cause damage to someone, you have led a very sheltered life.
And in terms of opinions and fact? a " fact" is just an opinion most people agree on in todays standards (yes I know a fact is something substantial in reality, but what people see and what is real is usually very different)

What I am talking about is a FACT fact, not an overglorified opinion "fact", what is happening in this picture is wrong. According to my studies, according to my morals, and more universally, according to nature. While you can dismiss the first two reasons out of your total disreguard for my person, the third is inarguable. What was not meant to be, should not be. On top of that, adding tails and ears to these two things plunges it more into the realm of unnatural. (not unnatural in the terms of fantasy, unnatural in the terms of: "This should not even go through a healthy mind")

Saint-NOVAcaine : If someone painted something similar to what you're describing, of course I'd be disturbed, even angry maybe, but there's obviously nothing I can do about it. And now, you're bringing up a whole separate topic about moral, which is, as you can see from our opposing views, very different depending on who you are.

There's no argument here. What you think is "the realm of unnatural" may be perfectly normal to the next person. If each individual's view is different from then next, then, according to what I'm understanding from you, is everyone around you mentally unhealthy?

I've also been to your deviantART page a bit more recently and I see that you claim to be a psychologist, stating, "If you can't accept what I say, its because there is something wrong with you, not me." If I'm not mistaken, isn't that a bit hypocritical on your part? I may only be seventeen years old but from my limited knowledge of psychology, psychologists are simply supposed to assess a person's mental health, not accuse them violently and offensively as you did so in your first comment saying, "What the hell is wrong with you?" Those are most definitely not the words of someone who claims to be a psychologist.

Saint-NOVAcaine : Furthermore, I'd like to just point out that this piece of art was done for entertainment, not so that some stranger could insult me about it and then analyze it to death.

If you were so passionate about subjects such as these before, why go out of your way to use extremely crude language against it?

-end conversation (for now? xD)-

AND HAH! I REST MY CASE! THE DUDE STANDS . . . PWN'T AS CHARGED!
He's just a whiner . . . I was talking to another dude that he also flamed, apparently, and we're both like "someone needs a CHILL PILL!" So turns out he called some other guy communist because the guy took a Halo 3 screenie of . . . I don't really remember. But it was ridiculous! xDDD

Please please PLEAAASE read the whole thing.
It's a conversation between me and some person through comments on DeviantArt
(I'm Saint-NOVAcaine and s/he's hds4k)

This pissed me off SOOOOOO much...
here's a link to the picture that was the subject of the ... verbally violent exchange
http://tinyurl.com/2n2odt
And if you haven't been to my DA account yet, I've put that picture on "mild content" warning.

-start conversation-

hds4k : Thats fucking gross, what the hell is wrong with you?!

Saint-NOVAcaine : What's wrong with YOU?
That's really rude of you to say about my art and I'm just going to assume that you're very ignorant and ignore you altogether.

hds4k : I'm ignorant?!
You want to know whats wrong with me? I tell the truth, and then people get all pissy and emotional because the truth hurts. Deal with it!

And how dare you call ME ignorant and then say you're going to ignore me!

What would be rude of me is if I were to lie, do you want the truth, or are you content to live in your own personal bubble free from people who are right?!

The nerve of some people!

Saint-NOVAcaine : Well it would've been nicer if you didn't outright say what's "wrong" with me. That word automatically puts a lot of people on the offensive.
Ever heard of CONSTRUCTIVE criticism?

hds4k : Alright, that thing you have created is an eyesore, and this is why:
Its face is horribly disfigured
its pants are practically falling off its scrawny little body
and it has a look on its face like its ugly on purpose.

Come on now, no one wants to see that, and if they do, they have issues. (I realize this last statement probably has invoked you to throw something accross the room in rage, but its true. As much as it stings, it is the truth, not opinion, truth.)

Saint-NOVAcaine : Well then that's a bit better to read than "What the hell is wrong with you".
Now was that so hard to type?
And maybe you do think my art (especially this piece) is an eyesore and maybe the things you stated are right but personally, I think if you don't have anything at all nice to say about it, don't say anything at all.

Also, seeing that your gallery is a bit on the empty side, I'm just going to say, I'd like to see you do better.

And lastly, It sounds like you didn't even bother looking at my art from what you're describing it as. Number one, that's all the more reason I have a right to call you ignorant, and number two, that you dare judge my art without even LOOKING at it gives me all the more reason to ignore you.

hds4k : Gah, sorry about that last comment, I was trying to reply to some other person's art piece and commented on yours instead.

Still, this is still disgusting as it goes against nature, and anyone who enjoys such things needs help. As for my empty gallery? if I had a full gallery you'd just spam hateful comments that didnt' really pertain to the "art" pieces.

Once again the discription was for a different piece I was commenting on, but my resolve for yours stands firm.

Saint-NOVAcaine : Riiight . . . Like I'm going to believe THAT after everything else you've said.
You do have the right to say it's disgusting, that's your own opinion and I respect it. However, saying that anyone who enjoys such things needs help is completely uncalled for. As I respect your opinion, you should respect others and whoever enjoys the subjects that I draw about have a right to enjoy them as do people who don't, per say, you. You also have no right to assume what I'd comment in your gallery for. I tend to leave nice, simple comments and stay away from spam or any hateful comments anyway.
Again, your resolve may stand firm, but don't judge other people's resolves for them.

-to be continued?-

I had to go to sleep after that but MAN if he replies, I'm going to report him or something!
(LoL and I don't even know HOW to report people on DA xP)

So I haven't written in almost a year.
Partially because I can't really get into the LiveJournal thingie. I dunno.
I never really tried that hard ^^;

Too much has changed since . . . everything.
Still as much of a geek as I always will be, still as much of a loser nobody as much as anyone can ever be.
I seriously don't know what to write. I'm only online at all because I don't have first or second periods and I stay home for an extra hour after my mom and sister leave (it's only been 15-ish minutes since that . . .)
Now that I think about it, 2006 seems like forever ago even though it was just last year. For crying out loud! I was a SOPHOMORE in the beginning of '06!
But whatever. Now we're CLASS OF '08! (don't hate 'cuz we great, APPRECIATE, damn straight) Heh . . . I'm proud of my rhyme. It's sublime. Being hot aint a crime. I do it all the time.
xD I HAVE to stop doing that.

On a slightly stranger note, what is it with me and attracting that irritating thing called "DRAMA" ???? All I wanna do is play the freakin' game (Ragnarok Online . . . heee) without having something awkward happen en process. This dude JoJo . . . I've known him for like . . . lots of months now, right? I know he has a crush on me but JEEZ can't he get over the fact that I don't like him that way? I already told him straight up to his face and he became all depressed for a week and a half maybe? But HA I yelled at him for being an emo idiot and now he's all "Oh yeah, I'm not gunna let ANYTHING get to me anymore. I'm all just happy and more happy! No seriousness, no siree!" Does this kid EVER get it?!
Whatever, man.

Another dude I'm getting annoyed at more than usual lately (not for similar reasons though) is Nick. Dude doesn't know when to stop sometimes! Like, yeesh! I think if someone says "cut it out", they mean "I don't like what you're doing right now . . . stop please and thanks!" not "do that again it was funny". I dunno. He's just too much.

HOKAY. LIGHTER TOPIC TIME.
Yesterday was the club fair and I think it went pretty well. Made it a bit more evident to me that I've toned down like . . . a whole lot since freshman year or even sophomore year o_o Man how times change.

Joined the Sci-Fi club (aka GEEK CLUB <3), Chinese Students Association (as always . . . ), and Anime club (dunno how much I can get back into it). Pam is the Prez of Sci-Fi and Cynthia's her VP. Can't wait until it starts! It's gunna be so cool! I'm just surprised that the three of us only counted 5 or so guys on the sign-up sheet. A bit disappointing. I thought maybe we'd have some variety since we're all . . . y'know . . . SCI-FI-ish and all. I'm sure maybe people will join throughout the year. I told Pam that she should organize a club-wide trip or something to Comic Con this year because, that's what we're basically all about, right? And she may take my other suggestion up to start a message board or something because that's were most things start for us geeks (LoL).

Maybe I should update the rest of my life later seeing that I just remembered homework from AP Environmental Science that I think I can finish in 2 minutes.

Ciao,
Saichiru

[ps- who reads my journal entries all the way down anyway?!]

Happy Holidays and all that jazzle.
Just found out Gale Harold has the same birthday as Sachin. :< I guess attractive guys are born on 7.10. Now all I need is someone to prove that ridiculous hypothesis is false. I think Justina's birthday is on 7.10 but...she's a girl. Girls don't count.

Happy a late birthday to Jeesoo-poop! ^3^

We should organize some ice-skating thingie for over the vacation. Ice rinks might be pretty crowded though so... D:

Neway. This was quite a pointless entry.

<3



...Fab Filippo is so much hotter though >>




ANY-YEAH...I'll stop now.

MAXIS OUT! [end.transmission]

Oh my gosh...I have no life, I'm a loserish loserlosiehead.
Got home, did my health report, rewatched the whole 1st season of QaF which I haven't seen for like ever.

JUST finished the last episode...cried my eyes out for like 10 minutes, and even alllll through the credits. Haven't cried like that since...either the last time I watched that episode or over that episode of Dark Angel where Logan tries to walk and falls into Max's arms after she walked in the door.

Save me. I'm falling into the abyss of total dorkism...I don't even dance to songs on my CDplayer anymore ;0;

</3, current princess of bawling-during-sad-tv-show-season-finales

...How they live in Tokyo...etc etc. There's been a recent outbreak of that 2F2F : Tokyo Drift song xD And I love it.

Too much going on in my head right now can't exactly think straight.
Finished the whole QaFUK in three days. Mad at a lot of things in there. Cried every single day I watched it except for the funny episodes. Made me want to kill Stuart though. ANYWAY...I'm sooo bugged out right now for noooo reason. I don't feel like doing anything! I don't feel like doing homework, don't feel like reading, don't feel like talking to anyone, don't feel like doing anything but...NOTHING! :D Feels great but horrible at the same time, like...y'know. That feeling in your gut that freakin' kills you everytime you do nothing but know you're supposed to or you'll die...oh right. My CONCIENCE or however you spell that damned thing.

Seems every time I post here, I'm on a rambling rampage and seems this is my worst. Which for no reason reminds me : GOD I'VE GOT TO STOP LOOSING THINGS! I've lost one of my Runaways issues and it makes me sad. I swear it's in my room somewhere. It's got to be in my room, I never took it anywhere. And OH MY GOD. I swear if I hear another english accent, I'll pick it up. I accidentilly [sp?] dropped the accent during dinner to Cody. She was like...WHAT? I was like...god damn, I've got to stop picking things up from everywhere. First it was the everything from the Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast when I was little, then it was that punk-rocker/gangsta mode from middle school, now it's art influences and tv shows. Someone shoot me now! How come I can't be original? Just for once I want to think of something or do something or whatever that no one around me has done before. Seems every time I try to do just that, BAM it's already been done.

Something else I need to type-vent about. I have a bit of a crush. On a straight girl. Fucking tomboys. Oh hell, I just type-cursed. I promised myself I wouldn't do that. Crap [I don't count that as a curse] I'm sick of seeing her every single flizzboogling day. She's wicked-awesome [LoL New Hampshire accent] and funny and...honestly, not the prettiest or most handsome, but definetly cool and all that jazz. God. X freakin' periods of school with her. What next? I don't even remember when we met. Ms.Dell's class in freshman year I think. I hope that doesn't give anyone a clue. Ew what's worst, she told me today she thinks some dude has a crush on me. I died inside...the bad way, which I find happens every time she mentions that she's straight. By the way, other girls have asked her out, only to be rejected so I know better than to do that. Not that she would go out with me even if she were a dyke. Tengo ZERO sex appeal and there's no arguing that. No one's ever gone out with me because of looks. That's why I always get the losers.

Okay. Warning to all that actually read this. The following rambling paragraph may just be the most boring in this whole entry. Okay so there was John. He was nice...and a bit of the stalker type but what did I know? I was in bloody 8th grade [avoiding saying f*cking] and he was in 10th. Now shut up about the age difference, we got along fine. That is, until David started drama and stuff. Protecting me my buttcheek! He drove him away! He was all "I'm going to call the police if you ever lay a hand on Sam." What a bitch. Anyway. That was that. John cried over the phone for at least 2 of the 4 hours we were on the phone that night and he said that he was going to run away and whatever. FROM DANBURY, CONNECTICUT! What a clingy idiot. Actually, before John there were Gary and Steven in 7th grade. Not that I ever went out with either of them, they just...yeah stuff. All I was was nice to them when no one else was. Incredible how being nicer to someone makes them feel about you. People take things a bit too much to the heart sometimes, y'know? At least Stanley and Kenneth from 6th grade weren't so uncool about rejection. Lawrence from 4th and 5th grade is another story altogether...but that's for a different entry. Anyway back to 8+th grade. After John and me for like...3 or so months, we cut it off. He had SATs and I had HS to worry about. Found him again just last year, talked for like, 3 weeks on and off, that was that. 9th grade. God I don't even remember what the hell went down in 9th grade. There was that whole dotHACK drama and I don't even want to START about that. There was a little Jword drama. Don't wanna say his name. End of Freshman year. 10th grade was a bit...interesting. That was the year I met Morro. She was like...anyway we were just uber friends and then she started getting closer to me, finally telling me she liked me. I feel so wierd now. She was like...22 and I was 15, barely! That didn't last long. She moved to like...Texas to become a teacher and we still talk now and again. Then Thomas. Oh my GOD he was cute. I felt like such a pedophile though, he was a year younger than me. Guess that doesn't count. Then Ellen, then nothing, still nothing. Life's good.

I've just come to the conclusion that Nathan is a mix of Stuart and Vince. I'm a freakin' genius.

Gotta go to bed. Nightynight, world that never listens to me :D
<3, SAMALAMADINGDONG!!!

28 days...

I hate being a girl. No offense to girlkind in general, but guys make much cooler friends. Besides the few exceptions like Jeesoo and Rachel and Tyrone [LoL...kidding, tbone] and Hachi, Menchi, Araichi, and etc. Another thing I hate about being a girl is that a lot of times it's soo much harder to get guy friends. Guys act like, mad awkward around girls. GEEZ. Lighten up. D:

Done venting again. LoL.

kindasortanotreallybutiwishiwon.

:D I like this week's schedule.

Monday = Manga Club
Tuesday = Flash Animation Club
Wednseday = Chinese Student Association
Thursday = Parent-Teacher Conference [Which means getting to stay out afterschool for no reason waiting for my mom]
Friday = HALF DAY >3<
Saturday = Ichi's partay! <3
Sunday = may consist of partially hydrogenated yogurt mixed in with waking up from a night of my first Rocky Horror Show @_@

...just...LoL...
This link is totally pixalated love. No argument. Just agree with me.
I personally tried to fave it like....a bladrillion times... <3333
...or at least...the 4th one on the 1st row, the 6th one in the 2nd row, and the 6th one on the 3rd row.

Young Marvel sprites lineup by ~Hiroki8 on deviantART

edit:
I TOTALLY FORGOT TO ADD THIS! ... one of the many awesome jokes that come out of Adv.Illust. sitting with Joanne, Menchi, Hachi, and co.

ONIGIRI! ELEPHANT BUTT! TURD! PENGUIN! ...BLANK SPACE! GO LOSERS! with your powers combined...I AM CAPTAIN LEWSUR!! <3
rofl...i love that class besides the fact that all my projects and stuff suck [cept for my pic of jeremiah. <3]
//end.edit.

...Yeah...

Life is so blah, sometimes I just have an impulse to slap everyone around me in the face with much force. And I totally really meant that.

I'm saddened by time. Time hates me. It makes my friends go away. D:
Referring to Gaia of course ... ^^;
Most of [and by most of, I mean like, 99% of] my friends are growing up and going away. It makes me die inside every time I get a new PM saying so and so is leaving Gaia forever because of such and such reasons. DTAAY is dead, practically, WG+O forum is almost overrun by strangers, etc. Everyone's going to college or just getting bored with the thing. To be honest, sometimes I wish that I could just walk away from it, but I can't =3= THREE freakin' years of a new friend almost every week gets me addicted. Makes me feel like I fit in. Plus, I can be who I wish I was on Gaia and no one would see that I'm not.
okaynowimrambling...stopmenow.

On an only slightly lighter note, 2 birthday parties and halloween party coming up for the rest of this month ^3^

On a slightly more depressing note, I hate myself :D SAMDIENOW!
Don't worry 'bout me though. ^^ Probably just hormone stuff going on. Stupid teenager life. Okay since I already have the subject of self loathe out there, I'll just list my complaints. Whoever's reading this, don't read this. It's just a way to vent when I don't have to keep my happiness mask on.

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I wish I were pretty, like, REAL pretty. I see those girls in the hallway, the ones that even without their makeup they look fab and glam. I hate them. They're always bitches. I wish my hip didn't lock. It's freaking annoying and hard to dance when your hip keeps popping into another joint or something. Gosh. I wish I weren't me. Sam is dumb. She's loud, kinda obnoxious, and overally irritating. She needs to die like...tomorrow, or now. I wish I could just satisfy my dad for ONCE in my freaking life. Even if I bring a freaking 99 home, he'd say, "That's great. Get 100 next time." NEVER satsified with any of my work, even if it's the absolute best I can do. He never has and I don't think he ever will be. He's just about the only person in the world that can make me cry for real and he's always putting me down.
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Well...I think that be it...for now.
*breathe in breathe out* For the record, venting all that out still didn't help me feel better.

</3, 7H4M