Evilness, Feng Shui, And Cosplay

It's been determined by my fellow #AFSM-ers that I'm evil. Here's the list of what makes me the way I am.

Why Aris Is Evil (Part One):

I'm Gay. I'm white. I'm Pagan. I'm democrat, didn't vote in the last election, but still bitched about the outcome. I wear designer imposter cologne and pretend it's real. I record movies off TV. I don't rewind. I have more Cable outlets than I pay for. I use cheats in video games. I dress in Drag.

I like fansubs. I have over a thousand MP3s. I download unauthorized E-books. I eat meat. I consider salad a decoration. I use hacked passwords to porno sites. I visit porno sites. I "own" warez. I park in "Expectant Mother Parking".

I bought a(nother) book on Feng Shui today, and am currently working on how best to combat the negative energies of this house. This is like the Feng Shui Don't house. A road travels right to the front door, the toilet is in direct line with the front door. The bed in the master bedroom has it's choice of pointing at one of two windows, the toilet, or the door. Each and every one of those is a no-no.

I think the best way to get positive energy into this house is to have a tornado start a flood, fire, & landslide and destroy the house so we can start from scratch. It's so bad that every Feng Shui guide I've consulted about the bathroom being placed so badly has involved boulders and the phrase "Just try no to go in there." -___- I can't hold it that long!


I'm also working on plans for a costume to wear to an Anime convention. I want to go to Akon, but I doubt I'll be able to. I'll keep my hopes up though... and maybe we can see about Otakon.

My idea for costume is to go as Ultra Diva Dejiko. For those of you who ask "What the Hell is Dejiko?"...

well... just leave now. You've been banished. ^_^

Well seriously, Ultra Diva Dejiko would take the Diva/Queen Dejiko from the Xmas special, with the ermine robes & sun glasses, and change the base Dejiko costume from the regular plain blue dress and white apron to a blue stain dress and do the apron in Silver... possibly a holographic fabric?

I'd also do a more sculpted headpiece... maybe out of a hard foam, rather than the furry bonnets most Dejiko cosplayers wear. I'd also figure out a way to either get HUGE sleigh bells, or at least make paper mache (sp?) bells that I put little jingle bells in so that I rang. I also would have to find a way to make more anime styled hair, rather than relying on a costume wig that doesn't really look like her hair. I wouldn't need much, and could attach it to the hat.

The gloves would be oversized on the outside (using stuffing so they appear much bigger, like Dejiko's in the anime) and made of a high nap fun fur.

Oh... and the shoes? I want Platforms. Platforms with a high heel covered in fur.

I call her "Draggie-ko" ^____^



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Yesterday, my mother and I had a fight.

A big one, at least on her part.

I remained totally silent, and let her yell. Last night she went up to the store to pick some things up for dinner (I don't know why... we had plenty of food in the house) and when she came back, I was in my room... the door closed, listening to some music and reading a book.

I hear the back door open. Silence.

I go back to reading.

Then she screams my name. Not just a raised voice, a real scream. I thought she'd fallen... slipped... something had to be wrong.

There was something horribly wrong, of course.

I'd left a little food in a bowl that I'd set beside the sink.

She was shouting for me to come scrap a bowl out. She started in on how lazy I am, how I'm yet to grow up. I just scraped the bowl, and walked off... letting her tirade continue.

Since I'm never gonna say anything to her in real life... here's a little letter to get things off my chest:

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Mom,

You say I haven't grown up. I think you're wrong. I don't feel you ever let me be a child. That's the problem.

When I was 16 years old, you made me get a job. That summer I went to summer school for 3 hours a day, worked at the diner until about 11pm and finished out my day helping dad paint people's houses.

I'd get home a 3am covered in paint, take a shower, and try to get some sleep before I got back up at 6am to go to school.

During that time, I was also running the office for Dad... and when my aunt pulled that disappearing act, you volunteered me to what amounted to raising her son for 3 months. I had no help or supervision with him, other than you didn't let him electrocute himself while I was at work.

And to top it all off, you made me pay for summer school myself that year.

I was sixteen. I was working to what amounted to 3 jobs. Going to school. And raising a kid.

Is it any wonder when school started in the fall, that I was loaded up on Paxil and I didn't bother to go back?

Oh... I know, I did go back to school that fall, but I didn't want to. I was still working at the diner, still working in the office & painting with him at night. I'd do homework at the diner & while painting. (did you know I had to give the school 60 bucks for a math book when I quit? It was covered in hamburger grease, ice cream & paint) After I'd left for school most mornings, you'd headed off to work, I'd sneak back into the house. I would sneak into the house, and go to sleep. It was the only time I could sleep.

When I was in school, I never remembered what classes were happening that day. Was it an A or B day? and if I miraculously happened to take the right books to class, I fell asleep during the lectures.

Let's not forget I was also on the school paper and on the debate team. You never once offered to drive me to a meet... or even asked if I won.

Of course during that time I was on Paxil. It helped a lot. I wasn't depressed or sad anymore. Of course, I had no other emotions either. Did you know that during the time I was on paxil... over 2 years, I didn't write not one single thing... I used to write poems, little stories, funny little things.

I never knew something, Mom. I didn't know other people's moms didn't take their paycheck. I didn't know other people's moms didn't make them bring them drinks... fix them food... wash their clothes while they sat in bed watching TV.

You still take my paycheck... except now, you just hand me a bill to pay. I've got doctor's bills from a year and a half ago I haven't paid... but during that time, I've made your car payment and paid your's, dad's, and my sister's auto insurance on time every month.

You say I haven't grown up... well... I guess everything's just a matter of opinion, isn't it?

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