The Little Pumpkin

There once was a pumpkin named Libby.
Libby wasn't very big and, well.. "pumpkin-like" like other pumpkins. She was small, round, and could easily be mistaken for an orange.
"No one would want to make a jack-o-lantern out of me," lamented Libby. "Even with the most frightening of designs, I wouldn't be able to scare a fly."

She happened to be in the batch of pumpkins sitting in the lobby of a company in California, all anxiously waiting to be taken home and carved into something spectacular. They would be contenders for the company's upcoming Halloween pumpkin carving contest. But Libby didn't have much hope to be chosen, thinking she'd be left to rot in the dumpster.

Just then, a girl walked in, grumbling about how her boss was forcing her to join the contest--even though she had never even thought about pumpkin carving before and was also a busy college student. She eyed the bunch and reluctantly picked up the pumpkin that fit in the palm of her hand, thinking it was cute. And now Libby had a home.

The girl quickly grew attached to Libby, firstly taking a picture of Libby with the newly reddened leaves outside the company office to signify the arrival of Autumn, and later even taking dumb selcas with the tiny pumpkin.

Even the girl's alpaca wanted in on the action.

But now they were posed with the question of what to make Libby into. Luckily, the girl didn't want to do something scary, which Libby found relief in; she didn't want to become something scary either, even if all of her brothers and sisters boasted about being carved into the scariest. But what could they do then? Libby started to feel apologetic, as though she was no help and was just making matters more frustrating and burdensome. The girl didn't even want to enter the contest in the first place, after all.

But the girl's friends came up with a wonderful idea, and suddenly the girl became inspired and enthusiastic about the contest. Libby still wasn't sure, but surely anything would be better than the dumpster.

After enduring painful hours of carving (on both the pumpkin and girl's ends), Libby started to change.

She could feel many of her toxic feelings emptying as her seeds were removed, and replacing them was a growing air of self-content.

Upon seeing herself, Libby was ecstatic, though this quickly faded into regret, feeling as though something were missing. "This is wonderful! I wish I could win you the contest, but I'm still not too confident..." she trailed off.

And who would appear at this time other than [the female, Asian, 20-year-old] Santa Claus [her]self?!
"I hear your wish, young pumpkin. Now let's make you even more beautiful."

With Santa's magic and hours spent waiting for glue to dry, Libby finally transformed into a full-fledged petite pixie pumpkin house.

The girl had never been so proud of a pumpkin before.
"Look, Libby! You're beautiful, and helpful to boot! Imagine all of the pixies that will be able to make a home inside of you! And you don't even have to be scary to be spectacular."

Little Pumpkin, you can become anything you want to be.

Another case of social anxiety

Autumn

is definitely here.

(My boss is forcing me to join the company's pumpkin carving/decorating contest :c though I've never done anything like this before...)

Fuck. (#14-21)

A collection of faux-depressing poetry by Denny and Eva.

I swear I'm not lazy,
Not slacking on the sly.
Tired of giving pretense
When the boss walks on by.
Run out of things to check,
And no emails arrive.
There's no work to do,
But I need money to survive!!
Fuck.14


144p
Are you joking with me?
Fuck.15

Late Night Rambling #10

Fuck. (#9-13)

A collection of faux-depressing poetry by Denny and Eva.

The bus just left

I'm out of breath

I tried to chase

It got away.

Fuck.9

Got shampoo, got soap
To scrub out all fouls
But of all things, why'd I
Forget to bring a towel?
Fuck.10

Fuck. (#1-8)

A collection of faux-depressing poetry by Denny and Eva.

[10:24:09 PM] Denny-♪.: gotta
[10:24:11 PM] Denny-♪.: put them together
[10:24:14 PM] Denny-♪.: in a tiny ebook
[10:24:17 PM] Eva: yes
[10:24:25 PM] Denny-♪.: THe little book of fuck
[10:24:30 PM] Denny-♪.: situations where one says fuck.


Round and round,
The fabrics play.
What could go wrong?
It’s laundry day.
But alas—hopes and linen alike fade.
A hoodie’s string has gone astray.
Fuck.1


Oh cookie round
oh cookie great
Oh grandest cookie on my plate

I did no harm, I did no ill
why won't you fit inside my milk?
Fuck.2


A drip,
a drop.
I slept, so I thought.
I lay, in bed.
I wouldn't move I said.
My dreams, they flee
I really need to pee.
Fuck.3


O trustworthy friend,
O colleague, o pal,
That hath borrowed my book,
And returned it now.
So glad it’s not lost;
My faith is relit.
But what is this?
You dog-eared this shit?!
Fuck.4


I tried my best, gave all I gave.

My laptop crashed.

...

Forgot to save

Fuck.5

I'm stuck, I'm trapped.
Forever in this hole.
I glanced, I gasped.

An empty toilet roll.
Fuck.6


Oh breakfast please,
I need you most.
I cannot eat
this soggy toast.
Fuck.7


An outfit nice,

An outfit plain.

A nice white shirt

But then it rained.

Fuck.8

Egghead

I guess I've been whining a lot lately about feeling lonely or restless and how I don't have many people to casually hang out with, so I'm happy I do have some cool tomodacheese and that I've been out of the house more lately. <3

On Saturday, I had a really fun day out with Myst, Kazou, and Dibur!
Myst I'm assuming most people know or have heard of by now. Kazou started hanging out with us last month and he's an adorable but extreemely tall (even to me..) Korean guy who has a gentle, charming, and controlled voice to fucking die for. He is king of ballads.

Dibur we met last week at karaoke, introduced to us by Fome who was also meeting us for the first time. Fome and Dibur are both fucking amazing, are part of rock bands, and can belt the roof off.

ANYHOW, we went to a sushi buffet! 8D

Then explored and loitered around the mall for a few hours, before we went over to Kazou's house, and that was really fun. ^^

asddjhjhkkf Kazou and Dibur are both talented-ass mothafreakin musical geniuses so at one point when they started having a jam session together, Myst and I kind of died. shhhhhh here's a clip sshhhhhh

(The song is Supercell's Yakusoku no Shiyou.)

Two purchases made, both of which I'm really happy with! ;u;

The first is this adorable necklace, which I couldn't resist. I mean. Keys. Bottles. Long chains. It....this baby was mine the moment I laid eyes on it.
I'm just a little worried about it breaking because it really is cork. :c

I'm keeping it in my little box along with my long glasses necklace and I just salkfjdlk so cute

My other purchase was a book, actually!
I don't have the attention span to do much reading, so this was a huge surprise. However, I really enjoy this because it's a treasure trove of witty and snarky poems. MY FAVORITE THINGS EVER.

This is exactly the shit I wish I could write.
Bo Burnham is kind of a genius.

I'm probably going to be obsessed with this book and its contents for quite a while.

I mean, there are pages like this.

And then there are pages like this. ♥
(I find this one personally moving and encouraging...)

This is one of my fav conversations

Context:
This is the Norcal Youtaite Alliance, otherwise known as NYA~
The members of the chat are those that karaoked together on October 13th:
me, Yano, Myst, Karu, Kura, Kazou, Fome, and Dibur.
The child we're referring to is Chiisana who moved away for college; we're really mean to her.
We also enjoy puns.

Shoujo Manga

I feel like I'm in the arc of the shoujo manga series where the clumsy protagonist, that previously never cared about love or being girly, realizes she has hajimete no kareshi and decides she should probably try learning how to do girly things like put on make-up (gave up) or curl her hair.

And then she ends up looking like this.

Awaiting the part where the protagonist just somehow magically stops being incompetent.

LNR#..9

someone take rhis ipad away from me before i tr to make a not so ambiguous post about feeling lonely and bout how ignoring people isn't nice especially people really important to you and at the times younneed them he most

oh god

dude i'm not even drunk (well i kind of don't drink, so) ir's 2:38 AM and i can,t type on my ipad and i'm being inchoerent and whiny and grossly depresso or smthing

fuck i,m sos orry for this post HAHAHAHA

also wow most wild friday night ever i came home from an 8 hour work day and then wrofe a whole research paper (due next week) because i have nothing to do and don't wanna just sit around moping in sadness and loneliness I HONESKTY DON,T KNOW WHY I get so sad for no rason when my life is going fine othr than the lack of company

um i thinm i have problems

this post ids over

(this what nappens when i DONT ACTUALLY TYR TO PROPERLY TYOE OR PROOFREAD OR THINK)

HAVE A GOOD DAY

Survey#3

Every time I see Phillip post a survey on his blog, I just think, "Ah.. I kinda wanna do this too.." and then end up in the palm of the temptation. It's 2:53 AM. I have work tomorrow, but not until afternoon so technically I can stay up. But I also shouldn't be up late because of my health and because of my throat. I really don't feel like sleeping. I can't quite say that I feel restless.. I associate that more with wanting physical action. I guess my soul and mind are restless and lethargic at the same time? I want to do something but I want nothing. At this point, I've been sitting here not knowing what to do but knowing I'll regret staying up but also not wanting to sleep. So I guess I'll just fill out a survey and think about my life and just mindlessly type stuff.

Source: http://tinyurl.com/ko4h7k8

the crybaby pokemon v.2

Ebah: The Crybaby Pokemon - This weird 20-year-old girl-like water pokemon has the mind of a three-year-old, a sloth-like disposition, and frequent mood swings. It is easily amused by childish things, but otherwise enjoys displaying an "I am not amused and am judging you" facial expression. It is lazy but can be stubborn and hard to deal with at all times. Its attacks are Sing, which can annoy its enemies because of a triggered storm of complaints about throat pains, and Cry. Its weaknesses are mornings, insects with eight legs, and moments when the internet is down. It can quickly be caught if you hypnotize it with Cappuccino Chocolate Crunch ice cream or a plane ticket to South Korea.

the crybaby pokemon

I was randomly browsing my old waterpixie wordpress and found these posts talking about posts that I found back then while browsing my private xanga lmao. Nostalgia over nostalgia. :'D

Sunday, June 17, 2007
Ebah: The Crybaby Pokemon – This weird 14 year-old girl-like water pokemon has the mind of a three year-old, a really bad temper, and split personality. It is easily amused and enjoys driving through random underground tunnels, while easily bored and complains too much. It gives up easily but can be very stubborn and hard to handle as a child. Its attacks are Sing, which can deafen its enemies because of the horrible voice, and Cry. Its weaknesses are caffeine, insects with eight legs, and people who take away her camera. It can quickly be caught if you hypnotize it with chocolate ice cream or a 3-foot plush of Syaoran from Tsubasa Chronicle.

THIS IS ALL SORTS OF GREAT. WHY IS THIS SO GREAT.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007
last night i spent four hours reading my xanga entries from september 17, to december 15. x___x; nonstop, by the way. that’s how much i wrote. =] i knew that someday my blabbering and updating everyday would be put to good use.
<3

it’s funny.
how much i’ve changed.
seriously… heh.

in every post, i get more bitter, and more bitter than before.
and then i start cussing more. and eventually i don’t use ^^ =] x] those happy smilies as often.

O___o it’s funny.

UM. 14-YEAR-OLD EVA.... I THINK.... WE ARE THE SAME?!?! AS IN NOTHING CHANGED?! except I'm talking about me changing. UM.. #ebahdakenologic (Except now I've kind of accepted that I'm a bitter, bitter, profane person AHAHA--)

untitled #4

I'm so incoherent right now these words are just coming out and being typed I don't know. I kind of just realized right now.. that one thing that draws a lot of people of the youtube vocaloid community together isn't just the music, but also often the commonality of being lost in.. identity? Idk, like. I've just never met this many people before (and especially in one small place) who are so...unique in the way that might make them fear being judged by the rest of society, and might have trouble accepting who they are. Because there are many things that a lot of people wouldn't understand. People who are scared of growing up, people who've grown delusional and in denial, people who don't know what kind of directions to take in life, people who are homosexual, people who desire experiencing being of the other gender. And I guess this partially explains why it seems there's a reputation of this community being weird or full of immature teenagers, if one just looks at this collection of people in one glance.