Chronicles of a Teenage Werewolf, Dieting Massacree in Three Part Harmony.

plasticsushi @ 2007-11-04T15:55:00

2007-11-04T20:56:24Z

I have four years of college to produce Samuel Beckett's What Where.
It is going to rock.

...We Accept Rebel Freedom Fighters on Horseback!

2007-09-03T00:22:14Z

So I'm going back to school for my senior year of high school...went shopping with my mother, and I've gone down a size!
Well, more like two because frankly, before NS I was pushing 14, way into 16. But let's not talk about that.

I'm not feeling so different though...I know because the weight loss is gradual that the best way of noting change is in clothes and on the scale, but I'm not [I]feeling[/I] it yet, yanno?

Also, a major bummer is classmates who I've seen recently not noticing. I know I'm doing NS for myself, but I'd sure like an unprovoked attack of "oh man, Ari, what happened?" Or perhaps even a "dayumn."

So, back to school, should be easy with NS because most kids bring foods packaged like NS is. Even if anyone asks, I shouldn't be embarrassed.

I bought a pair of adorable pants that fit snugly, can't wait to see how they get bigger on me...red and black checkered pants (size 12...whee!)

Hopefully I'll post a big long pre-school entry, or post at all. Hm.

Love,
Ari
186/166/156

"I'm the Genetic Replica of Abraham Lincoln...What Political Qualifications Do I Have?"

2007-08-23T01:03:51Z

Ooh, I refuse to update a Warped Tour ever.
But I'll refer to it, so I will keep updating.
Here (clicky) is a link to a post I...posted to Punk_Knitters.
M...acrilicky.
Clone High is one of my faveorite shows, and I love YouTube.
Tomorrow is the Slackers show, most importantly, the Hub City Stompers are playing.
Whee!
And even more, Arlene, Leah's mother, is driving me home!!
Woo!!!
That's all I have tonight, but I burnt the roof of my mouth on NS pizza.
Have lost 15 lbs so far!

Love,
Ari
186/171.4/156

plasticsushi @ 2007-08-05T00:33:00

2007-08-05T04:36:42Z

I had to share my love of kittens.
Goodnight.
Fo real.

plasticsushi @ 2007-08-05T00:21:00

2007-08-05T04:27:07Z

Right now, this is all I've got. Enjoy, until tomorrow, in which there will be:
yummy recipe for eggplant, NS friendly
chronicles of bubbles and hot coffee
an even bigger picspam
rants about being on a diet
plans for the week
the delaWHERE?! river
skagasams
and how Warped Tour went.
(including adorable merch girls that hit on us, melted food, abusive husbands, and cute sunburned boys. also, moshing, scars, more sunburn, crowd surfing, fangirling, aching limbs, and cameltoes.)

until then...look how skinny I'm getting!

(hour one of the WT adventua!)

Excuse Me Ma'am...PICSPAM!

2007-08-02T18:55:37Z

The as-"promised" pics of the new "cleaned" "room."

< still gotta organize this...

< gotta get rid of this...

and now...sloppy confusing pics of the most recent FO!

the cat really likes mohair...good kitty.

The end

We Pop No Style...We're Strictly Rude...

2007-08-02T17:18:38Z

Ahoy, clean room!
I decided to move all of my shit around yesterday. My bed is now facing the door, desk at the window, and I have a gorgeous knitting corner with a pillow and mood lighting. No more dust, and sadly, that has rendered the floor quite slippery. Sheesh.

Letsee, Warped Tour tomorrow! I'm very very excited. Leah is sleeping over, then we're going to do Passive Train Riding and somehow get to New Jersey, the land of the Godless. I found my bubbles, and my Rosie the Riveter bag, so I'm all set.

NS food wise, I'm a bit concerned. However, I do tend to forget food when there's a mosh pit lifting me off my feet. I'm going to bring a lunch bar, a couple apples, and then drink a shitload of water. I guess we'll see what happens.

Oh, my room is so pretty! Ah, I'll take pictures and post them soon.

What else. Um, my hands are pretty gross from all the cleaning. I'm hungry...what time is it? 1:16. Shite, I have to go do 5 more scholarships. Annnd, go for a bike ride with Benjamin.

So I told him yesterday about the diet, and he said"
"Oh, well, why? You don't need it, you're beautiful," ok good so far...
"I just don't want to come home to find you like a board," ...what?

Well, that's it, more fun later.
--Ari

me-yow.

2007-08-01T17:01:45Z

Hey I'm back.
Holy shit.
Did an LJ search for Nutrisystems communities
tried "NS"
found a bunch of nazi users.
Was scared/a bit curious.
clicked a link.
Scary nazi holding girl by pigtails.
only saw top of pic.
x'd immediatley.
I hate the internet.
A lot.
Oh god, Poland trip flashbacks.

Ok, a picture of a kitty:

New Start.

2007-08-01T16:25:45Z

So I'm giving this fucker another try. I'm not posting at all, and I don't think I'll be doing much friends only stuff. So, a new start.
Well, in the middle of July I started the NutriSystems (NS) diet. It's the one that advertises on television, with the hot "grandma" who loves the way she looks...or something. Dad had been on the diet for about a month or two, and when Mom had suggested that I try the diet, a few months back, I freaked out at her. It's quite annoying, really, how they're able to manipulate my life.

I don't care though, because I'm going to be a skinny bitch. So, I now present the Chronicles of a Teenage Werewolf Dieting Massacree in Three Part Harmony.

Reactions up until this point:
Well, it hasn't been so hard, it was just a lot of getting used to at first. Also, It's weird when I oversleep, because then I have a whole meal's worth of food that I didn't eat, but somehow end up eating by the end of the day.

As of last Sunday I weighed 176, and have lost about 9 pounds in 18 days. Pretty good, especially because I've got my period. So we'll see what happens come Sunday.

I've been sick, so I haven't been working out. Bad, I know, but I think I'll start again tomorrow. Especially because when I stop lifting weights, all the muscle freaks out and decides to go back to fat. Don't know if that's true, but it does. Bah.

Um, what else. Oh, the Diet has become harder and harder as the days go on, simply because I eat the food that I like, and all that's left is the weird food. Ate the maple syrup oatmeal today, pretty good actually. I've been eating the NS pizza about 3 times a week. Hey, I'm a teenager, and if it works, well, cool.

Also, have been stealing Dad's chocolate cookies, because all I have left are pretzels and stuff. Changed my order around so that next time all that's coming to me in the beautiful brown box is chocolate. Oh. Pretzels= never again.

Ok, well, I have to go. Parents have officially lost their minds, and I'm required to complete and submit 20 scholarships this week. 20. By the way, thats twenty. I have ten down because I'm a sexy machine. But that's all I've been doing. See, that's why the entry is all about them, because I've been stuck in the house with them. Fuckin hell.

Well, I'll be leaving the house soon enough, so I'll suck it up. OH! Also, Warped Tour is this Friday, I'm going with Leah. Should be pretty sweet, I'm looking forward to seeing Big D and the Kids Table, but most importantly, BAD RELIGION. Holy shit. I cannot believe that they're playing, and that I'm going to see them. Should be a pretty sweet pit, eh? Lots of teenage boys to ~~rub up against~~ dance with.

Starting weight: 186
Current weight: 176
Goal weight: 156
Thoughts: Fuck man, I can do this!

In the next entry I'll discuss plans for staying on NS while at Warped Tour and when I go tubing down the Delaware river, causally mentioning my new diet to my obnoxious gay best friend who is too opinionated for his own good, and all the pretty bikinis that I am going to wear next year (hehe).

The Blankets, a Ron/Hermione Fic: SPOILER FOR DH!

2007-07-24T17:35:44Z

Here the first one shot of many fics I intend to write, inspired by the Deathly Hallows. There's a spoiler in it.

Note: I said SPOILER.
PS: A SPOILER.

Title: The Blankets
By: Ariana (not the dead one)
Rating: PG? G? No sexy things...
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters etc. belong to JK Rowling, and this was written, inspired by her genius, with love, and no intention of infringement.
Synopsis: SPOILER, for the love of Merlin.

    “He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!”
    She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.
    Harry felt dazed. He stooped, picked up the Horcrux, and placed it around his own neck. He dragged blankets off Ron’s bunk and threw them over Hermione. Then he climbed onto his own bed and stared up at the canvas roof, listening to the pounding of the rain.
--page 310, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The blankets smelled like Ron.

It was a combination of musty hand-me-downs, broom pomade, and chocolate. How he continued to smell like that when they hadn’t been in contact with any of it, I had no idea. But I had tried every chance to get as much of that smell as possible during our recent quest.

It was too much to bear, him leaving, shouting, saying all the things aloud that he had whispered to me.

It was like something out of one of those Muggle movies I watched with Mum, but nonetheless, I couldn’t help my behavior. As soon as I had removed the spell, I ran outside, trying stupidly to stop him. Somehow, I thought he would wait for me to chase after him, as if he was boarding a steam engine with his hatbox in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

He hadn’t, though.

You know that feeling when you love someone so much, you simply can’t stand it? That feeling that is so strong every second you’re away from them, but the second you look at them, every single emotion flees your body and you just exist, without emotion, simply because they’re there?

That was a rhetorical question.

As I ran out into the rain, screaming his name, searching for the untidy mop of red hair, I felt down my shirt, sure that it was my turn to be wearing the Horcrux. It wasn’t. It was just me and my pitiful heartbreak. How could one person feel this much despair? I collected my thoughts for the first time since our chat with Phineas. I decided to go back inside. I had wandered far beyond the charms surrounding the tent, and Ron was not coming back to us.

He wasn’t coming back to us, or simply, to me.

It was all I could do to make it back to the chair. I curled my legs up to my chest, and ignored the part of my mind still whirring with thought. Only being near Ron seemed to be able to turn that chunk of my brain off. You’re curled up into a fetal ball…what would Freud say? The Muggle doctor had had a lot to say about my behavior with Ron. This only made me sob harder.

I just sat there and cried, Ron’s words replaying in my mind like the broken wireless we found in his room and tried to fix, during the few days before Harry came to the Burrow.

“I get it. You choose him.”

No, you dolt. I chose you! He seemed to have brushed over all the times when Harry was on guard duty and it was just us sitting in the tent, reminding each other that we should go to bed, that we’d regret it in the morning if we didn’t, neither really meaning it. Instead we stayed in the position we had somehow moved into, me with my knitting needles in my hands, sitting on my feet, working on one side of the couch, with Ron, his long legs dangling over the opposite arm of the couch, head propped up on a pillow right by my knees, springing one of my curls whenever it was in arm’s reach. Sure, sometimes I leaned over my pullover a bit longer and a bit more hunched over than I normally would. Sure, I licked my lips once or twice, bit my lip the way the women in the meaningless films I watched with Mum did. But he wasn’t playing fair, why should I? When I woke up on the couch, curled into a ball with my head on the headrest, arms on what appeared to be his chest, Ron’s head resting on my thigh, legs still over the opposite arm rest, arms over the back of the couch and my legs, respectively, why should I play fair?

It had been going so well. Well, not the hunt for the Horcruxes, obviously, but me and Ron. It was easier at night, he seemed more at ease, having made it through a day. We would whisper about Harry’s situation with our heads closer than they needed to be, and sometimes forget that the other wasn’t talking, and we’d just be there, silent.

It had been going so well.

Then he went and mucked it all up. How could this ever be fixed? Sure, I wanted to just sit and cry, but I was a list maker. How could the situation ever be resolved? Primarily, how could Ron find us after we left this site, tomorrow? And even if he did eventually track us down, which in the end would not be so comforting if he could, how could I forgive him?

And then I felt the weight of the blankets on me, figuring Harry had taken the open sleeping bag and laid it on top of me, and left Ron’s bed as it was, crumpled and lived in. However, as I drew in a shaky breath and inhaled the scent: that rich and carnal and ridiculous and dirty and heavy and passionate smell, I realized they were Ron’s blankets.

I was strangely comforted, and settled into a dreamless sleep.

plasticsushi @ 2006-10-28T21:03:00

2006-10-28T21:08:32Z

Allo darlins. If I know you, I don't want you reading this journal.
I'm being over dramatic, but frankly,
I want to be able to vent about you all.
Soooo.....

[friends only]

this isnt a "friend cut" shit...gross. fill it out because i want to know
the color of your underwear.
if we have never met,
and you are an open minded person who doesn't eat cat flesh,
leave an akward post to be friended, prefrably with:
+favorite drink
+mother's maiden name
+color of your underwear
+favorite pop-punk band/song

warning:
+am an infrequent poster
+will not/cannot capitilize properly
+a scary fag hag
+questionably attracted to both men and women
+hate the term bisexual
+love Green Day and the Adolescents equally
+read archie comics
+go to shows and blow bubbles
+am a poser, posuer, and so on
+a jew
+a girl
+knit
+cuss

plasticsushi @ 2006-09-07T19:00:00

2006-09-07T23:26:32Z

-havent updated in a while, i still have to finish the entry from the rancid concert. ok, list-entry time.

-school is tomorrow. im about to shit my pants.
-took pictures for eli's bar mitzvah (thats on saturday) and it was fun.
-missed my first day of eleventh grade.
-printed out pics for my locker, including pics of fat mike, tim armstrong, and pics from the suprise party.
-everyone is napping, i hate that feeling when im the only one up.
-dj may or may not have blacked out on two seperate occasions when drinking. (she has cereberal palsy, and cant speak.)
-on the topic of dj, though, im thinking about how she does communicate, like when she cried because i cried, and how obnoxoius she is- she laughed during my bat mitzvah to distract me, the bitch.
-i need to change my sheets.
-my outfit is kind of amazing. picture time.
-i moved down a level in math, but now im in the on-the-verge-of-mental-retardation class in science too. fuckin hell.
-did i mention im nervous for school?
-this weekend should be fun...

plasticsushi @ 2006-08-20T22:59:00

2006-08-21T03:00:23Z

Bouncing Souls are the happy. Yay for big fuckoff torrents.

plasticsushi @ 2006-08-16T15:36:00

2006-08-16T19:38:13Z

read this.

plasticsushi @ 2006-08-16T11:51:00

2006-08-16T15:56:01Z

TO DO list for the rest of the summer
For Eli's Bar Mitzvah:
Torah portion
Write Song
Buy Dress
Measure van to fit Gram's chair
Finish reading Candide
Candide work
The Things They Carried work
Algebra packet
SAT notes
SAT homework
2nd SAT test
Captain Head Wound magazine

plasticsushi @ 2006-08-14T11:55:00

2006-08-14T16:00:30Z

lets see how much of your summer you wasted. put an X if it applies to you.

[ ] went to your school for any reason
[x] had a job
[x] read a book
[ ] looked through your homework from last year.
[ ] babysat
total: 2

[x] went on myspace.
[ ] looked through your text books for next year
[x] somtimes woke up before 11 am
[x] went to bed before 11pm
[x] stayed in your house for 24 hours
total: 4

[x] got sick
[ ] broke a bone
[x] started studying for next year
[x] went to grandmas house
[ ] were involved in a summer club
total: 3

[x] did NOT go on vacation
[ ] did NOT go to a festivial
[x] did NOT go to a theme park (six flags, disney world)
[ ] did NOT go to a concert
[ ] did NOT hang out w/ your friends
total: 2

[ ] did NOT go swimming in a pool
[ ] did NOT go to a party
[x] did NOT do anything for the 4th of july
[x] did NOT go to a lake
[ ] did NOT go to a cookout
total: 2

TOTAL SCORE: 13

muiltply your total score by 4 to get your percent.

52% of my ~~braincells~~ summer wasted.

Stolen from Mr. Lee Press-On

2006-07-29T02:32:10Z

"Ask me to take a picture of any aspect of my life that you're interested in/curious about - it can be anything from the house I live in to my favorite shoes. Leave your choice here as a comment, and I will reciprocate by taking the pictures and posting them as an LJ entry. That way you get to know a little bit about my life."

Blond Horror Part II, or Why Billie and Tre are Shagging

2006-07-29T02:28:40Z

taken July 13 at Warped Tour. Not by me. What's that? Oh, yes, IM GOING THIS THURSDAY. How kind of you to ask.

plasticsushi @ 2006-07-28T11:08:00

2006-07-28T15:09:39Z

Hehe, just got my first paycheck.

Though Marie owes me for another hour of work, but I'll fix that later.
Love,
Ari

plasticsushi @ 2006-07-26T15:28:00

2006-07-26T19:29:25Z

RANCID

8/19

WON.

TICKETS.

EBAY.

CANT...SPEAK....

plasticsushi @ 2006-07-26T13:22:00

2006-07-26T18:07:24Z

SOOOO first day of work at Dad's company, congrats to him, by the way, all his hard work to own the business is done, yay! Though now he has to get all this work done for a 5:30 deadline with the Stocks Comissions and Whatsits Board. Hes an angry beaver. Wrong choice of words there.

Anyway, Im scanning Offical Documents right now, and posting on lj. HAHA TAKE THAT YOU FACHISTS! Hm...yeah, getting paid well, doing it for a month, I just wish Dad had thought of it sooner.

Im going to make a shiva call at the Schattners tonight. We went to the funeral yesterday. It was so sad. Simon Schattner, Andy's brother, had a heart attack. He was a poet and a musician, his stuff is really quite good. I'll post it later. Lia and Matthew were crying and hugging eachother during the funeral (shes 8, hes 9.) I was crying as well, and just about every person there. The burial was more seperated from the feelings at the funeral, it was an hour and a half drive to the cemetary. I dunno. Its just that afterwards, we all went to visit Doris' grave (Helane's mother) and eat chocolate, becuase thats what Doris did when you went to her house, and that would make her happy. I never vist Bubbe, Zeida or Gramps.

Merp. OH DEAR GOD THERE ARE (counts...) EIGHT DAYS UNTIL WARPED FUCKING TOUR!

hehehe ok, bye bye
love to all,
Ari

PPIIIIIC spam

2006-07-23T01:18:24Z

my new lovely vintage hat, slightly out of vision because of my purple hair. ha, suckas.

its not all purple, i ran out of dye. heh.

voila!

whoa vintage.

i accept the terms and conditions of myspace.

Emo Graffitti Series, part One

Emo Graffitti Series, part Two

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.

haha, imaging software.

i miss my ben.

im kinda having a strop with rose right now. but this is a fabby picture.

me being attacked by the Gay Mugger.

plasticsushi @ 2006-07-22T20:08:00

2006-07-23T00:13:40Z

So we just had a bit of a tic(k?) situation. It was fuckin scary, and Eli was squealing alot. Oh yeah, Eli got back from his camping trip. Duuuude, he lost 10 pounds, but looks even more fuckin amazing. He...just wow.

Yeah, Saturday night, hangin out, listening to back issues of Hi My Name Is Mark, reading the new magazines I bought for a total of $8, Kotori and Filter. Interviews with Fat Mike and Sonic Youth, respectivly. Need to get a move on with Captain Head Wound the Magazine...anyone want to write for it?

Whats new with you all?
love,
Ari

Prayer for the State of Israel

2006-07-13T22:08:36Z

Prayer for the State of Israel:

Our Father in Heaven, Rock and Redeemer of Israel, bless the State of Israel, the first manifestation of the approach of our redemption. Shield it with Your lovingkindness, envelop it in Your peace, and bestow Your light and truth upon its leaders, ministers, and advisors, and grace them with Your good counsel. Strengthen the hands of those who defend our holy land, grant them deliverance, and adorn them in a mantle of victory. Ordain peace in the land and grant its inhabitants eternal happiness. Lead them, swiftly and upright, to Your city Zion and to Jerusalem, the abode of Your Name, as is written in the Torah of Your servant Moses: “Even if your outcasts are at the ends of the world, from there the Lord your God will gather you, from there He will fetch you. And the Lord your God will bring you to the land that your fathers possessed, and you shall possess it; and He will make you more prosperous and more numerous than your fathers.” Draw our hearts together to revere and venerate Your name and to observe all the precepts of Your Torah, and send us quickly the Messiah son of David, agent of Your vindication, to redeem those who await Your deliverance.

"US President Bush, on an official visit to Germany, blamed Hezbollah and Hamas for the growing violence but also urged Israel not to respond in a way that undermines Lebanon's fragile government." -yahoo news

What is Hezbollah? Cnn.com
Two Killed, Dozens Hurt as Katyushas rain down on northern Israel Haaretz.com
IDF retrieves bodies of four tank soldiers killed in south Lebanon Haaretz.com
So its an offical War in Israel. Please read these sites and tell your friends. Post it on your own journal. Anything.

plasticsushi @ 2006-07-06T17:04:00

2006-07-06T21:11:03Z

Warped Tour Bag:
sunscreen
waterbottle
camera
sharpies
id/ cash/phone/other shit
underwear and socks
tissues
bactine and bandaids
paper
knitting

Im going to be so prepared. I told Ben that if he falls/lags behind/hooks up, were leaving him.
Oh, did I mention? ROSE IS COMMING TO WARPED TOUR. though she keeps calling it Warped. I still love her.
Haircuts on Saturday,k followed by purple dye, most likley. Ive compromised with mom that Ill wash the purple out by Eli's Bar Mitzvah, then well bleach and do blue haired freak right after.
Made $340 doing inventory and working my butt off at the business Dad is trying to buy (hes working hard enough), so combat boots, here I come.

Recently Ive decided Im not a poser, I refuse to have a category. After struggling with scene-ship for a while, Ive realized its much better to float, and take what I like from all of them. So suck it, Anti-Flag. Or something.

How is Everyone? Love to all,
Ariana