multiplemuses

Oh I’ve my share of pet peeves. I could list a hundred of ‘em but I’ll spare y’all and just keep the list to a minimum.

1: First and foremost, my powers. I hate being able to drain people and I hate being a risk to everyone I come in contact with.

2: Prejudice assholes. I can’t stand hearing people bashing others just for being different.

3: Jean Grey. Popular people who think they’re perfect.

4: Scott Summers. Guys who like popular girls just because they seem perfect.

5: Being used for my powers and being treated like I’m nothing but a weapon.

6: Early mornings. Seriously, why does anything have to start before 11am?

Since I'm practically down to my last twenty anyway, deciding to spend it on won't be that hard. I'm just lucky the boarding house I'm staying in less that twenty a night. True, it's a shit hole but it's better than being out in the street and it has a computer. Funny huh? The wallpaper is peeling off the walls, the lights are half burnt out but they have computer for their guests to use for 15 minute terminals. Anyway, on to my list of what my last twenty will be spent on:

1) Boarding room. There goes ten bucks right there.
2) Shaving razors because I can't abide body hair.
3) Toothbrush and toothpaste because I also can't stand bad breath. Bad enough I have to smell other peoples, I don't want to smell my own. The toothbrush has other uses as well.
4) Monkshood from the craft store.
5) Rubbing alcohol.

By this point I think my last twenty would be spent. Which would really suck since I'd probably be hungry by that point. 'Course, I could always try to scam some food off one of the other people in the house here or dine and dash if I was really stuck. Not like I haven't done it before.

My last twenty dollars? Christ, that wouldn't last very long but I'd try to make it stretch. My family is use to living on a tight budget since Dad went to jail. I'd probably end up spending it on food because honestly, if that was my twenty bucks then I wouldn't want to blow it on crap on I don't need. Of course, if it really came down to I could easily get more money if I needed to. Walk into a fire and threaten to set the damn place on fire unless they give me what I want. I'd only have to worry about two things, superheros and accidentally setting the money of fire.

No, wait. Three things to worry about. Superheroes, burning the cash, and getting locked up jail like dad. With my luck I'd probably end up being his cell mate.

This shit's depressing me. I think if I ever get stuck and only have twenty bucks in my pocket I'll just get a fucking job. A life of crime has some serious drawbacks.

(re-reads post)

Wow, off topic for the win! I went from writing about what I'd spend my last twenty on to prison.

Never really thought about what I’d wish for before now and I’m kind of having trouble thinking of what I’d want. It’s not like these wishes would come true and all I can think is that if I wish for something then there’s going to be a negative side effect. Like for example, if I wish dad out of prison, he’s more than likely to go back to being a villain which will just land him right back in the slammer. That’ll be one wish wasted.

I could also wish for a girlfriend but that would be A) Lame. B) Sad and C) A wish I’d probably regret. Besides, I don’t even know who I’d want to be with. This wish would be bound to backfire. And what about wishing for money? Because seriously, a majority of people I know would probably wish for that without thinking how shitty a ton of money would make their life. First of all, you have everyone expecting you to give them some or spend on them. Second, you either have no clue how to spend or you waste it completely on crap you don’t need.

You know what? I say wish for the simple things. Mine would be some idea of what to do after highschool, a happy life, and for my parents to get divorced. The end.

If I could have any three wishes come true, what would they be? This reminds me of those useless questions Kitty’s always asking. What’s your favorite colour? What would you take if you were stranded on a desert island? Blah, blah, blah…who comes up with that stuff? Alright, fine. I’ll tell you what I’d wish for.

1.I wish I wasn’t a mutant. Then I wouldn’t have this stupid power that causing me to drain people and make it virtually impossible for me to get close to anyone. I know I could just wish not to have my specific power or to have control over it but being a mutant overall is a pain in the ass. Everyone treats you like a freak.

2.I wish I knew my real parents. Sure, they didn’t wanna keep me in the first place but maybe there was a reason. They can’t be any worse parents than Mystique’s already been to me and Kurt.

3.I wish I had someone to confide in. I use to have Risty but since she turned out to be Mystique I don’t really have any close friends who get me, you know? It’d be nice to talk to someone who’s interested in the same things and I can relax around.

God, this list makes me sound like a loser.

Is it too late to wish to be an only child? Probably and no doubt mom would make me waste a wish undoing that one. I don’t really get the point of this. Wishes can’t come true, the world doesn’t work like that so why not simply list three goals you can accomplish on your own without having to rely on the concept of ‘wishes’. Of course, this is just a hypothetical situation so I’m probably coming off as my usual difficult, non-conformist self by not writing down my three wishes.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even if I were to make three wishes, they wouldn’t be anything ground-shaking. I might wish for Quinn to start using her brain instead of acting like a stuck up, self-absorbed brain dead doorstop. And I might wish that college will be more interesting than high school ever was. I also think the world would be a better place if people followed some sort code of morals rather than simply striving to be the most popular/pretty/richest of them all.

On second thought, the idea of Quinn using her brain is rather ground-shaking. I’d known I’d be shook up.

I currently work at a local Chinese restaurant for some extra cash since money is kind of tight around our house. Being a superhero doesn’t really pay the bills, you know? That’s what my mom does when she’s not working her day job. My dad can’t exactly help out since he’s in prison so I have to. It’s not so bad though. Some nights are bad, like when I have to serve my fellow classmates but I also get all the Chinese food I want.

The only problem I have with work right now is trying to figure out what the hell I want to do with my life after high school. I have no idea what kind of career I want to follow. Do I take Mom’s route and become a superhero who has to struggle to make ends meet because she’s so busy trying to save the world? Or do I follow in my father’s footsteps and run the risk of spending the rest of my life in prison? And then there’s always the option of saying to hell with the whole super-powered lifestyle and just try to live like a normal person.

Decisions, decisions….

( MEME )

Work? When would I have time for that? Between running from the cops and researching lycanthropy, I don’t have time for a real job. I survive by stealing what I can but I don’t consider that my job either. The only thing I have that’s close to employment is my research work but that’s more of a matter of life or death. You see, about two years ago I was infected…no, that’s not right. I infected myself with the lycanthrope virus which, looking back now, was the stupidest thing I have ever done. Trying to undo that mistake is my life’s mission right now. Quite different from what I always thought I’d be doing at this point in my life.

At seventeen I should be working at some grocery store making minimum wage and planning for college. Instead, I’m holed up in a rundown motel injecting various poisons in the vain hope that it will save me. Funny where life takes you, huh?

Could be worse though. I could still be locked up.

( Meme )

I don’t really have a job per say or at least, I don’t get paid for risking my neck on a weekly basis but I guess being an X-man would fit under employment. Think I could put it on my resume? Although I highly doubt anyone’s gonna be looking for someone to fight evil mutants in your normal workplace but I could be wrong. God only knows what goes on in the corporate lifestyle these days.

Wouldn’t mind having a real job though. I would love to make a little cash working somewhere fun and preferably far, far away from the other kids at the mansion. Maybe like working at music store or a book store could be fun…

Well, that’s just a pipe dream anyhow. It’s not like I could work out in the public like that after being exposed for what I am and considering what can happen if I accidently get too close to someone. I wouldn’t want another repeat of what happened at the rock concert we went to last year, would I? Just thinking about absorbing all those memories makes me sick to my stomach. No, I think I’m better off sticking with the X-men for now.

( Meme )