The Temple of Sloth

Tue, 06 Jan 2009 18:55:29 GMT

Comic Characters [Apr. 5th, 2005|12:51 pm]
Ellery- The Worldly One. If she hasn’t seen it all, she knows someone who has. (Booth Fox)

Christian- Trouble, Jailbait, and Self-Proclaimed Evil One (Booth Kitty)

Treya- Sweet, naïve, and stubborn, No-one’s really sure why Treya sticks around with Ellery and Christian. They go against everything she stands for. (Booth Bunny)

Tyche- Chaos incarnate. Also, Treya’s evil clone. Everything Treya isn’t, such as a Hard-Left Atheist.

Gemini- Gem’s true origins are a mystery. Some believe she’s a fae breed, others think she’s half-goddess, still others think she’s just a nut. Who knows? Does it matter?

Rasputina and Selene- The Goth Babes. Mutually in the business of being deeper-than-thou and angstier-than-thou. Can’t seem to figure out WHY Ellery never comes to circle. Total Fluffbunnies.

Mab- Feral raised Fae Breed. Currently living in Christian’s garage. She’s not shy, she’s studying her prey.

Demetri- Holy-Mama-Hot-Much-Bishonen Fae Lord. Sorry, ladies, he’s taken. By Christian.

Elliot- Treya’s sweetie.

Alexandre- Ella’s boy-toy.

The Furballs- Random chaos-mongers.

Tue, 06 Jan 2009 18:46:57 GMT

Average Everyday Sane Psycho Supergoddess
[Sep. 29th, 2004|11:31 am]
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contemplative
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"Extraordinary"- Liz Phair
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How to make a twistdfateangel

Ingredients:

5 parts pride

1 part silliness

1 part beauty

Method:
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Top it off with a sprinkle of lustfulness and enjoy!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

I'm gonna try and call Lysy tonight. I hope she's cooled off a bit. I know how sad she was before and I REALLY should have called sooner. But I kept forgetting to.
That's a sad thought. I can't even remember to call friends.

[Oct. 1st, 2004|03:17 pm]
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mood
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drained
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music
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"Haunted"-Evanescence
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Sheesh! Nobody home! Robye's probably at a football game, Alysya's at Joon's (though hopefully she'll call), and Chris-Gambit-Papa isn't home either. Oh well, dad's taking me to the movies.
I walked across an empty land...
[Oct. 11th, 2004|08:31 pm]
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contemplative
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"Somewhere Only We Know"- Keane
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Farewell, Christopher Reeve. We'll miss you.
Kitty fix @ school!
[Oct. 13th, 2004|11:17 am]
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content
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Library sounds
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Someone brought in a two week old kitten. They wer sitting in the student lounge, letting people cuddle and play with it. It was so soft and cute and WIGGLY! I held for a little while and it complained mightily because I was keeping it out of all sorts of fluffy, adorable, mischief.

Isn't it amazing how the simplest, smallest things make you happy in the biggest, most complex way?
YAY!...and not-so-yay.
[Oct. 16th, 2004|12:31 pm]
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mood
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cheerful
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music
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iTunes
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Last night, I worked at the Haunted House again. Only they wouldn't let me go out in the field. I had to do legalese work (make people fill out forms and that kind of crap). I was shocked at the number of people who simply dropped underage children off at the gate and sent them in. One guy even came looking for his kids, found out they had JUMPED off of the MOVING haywagon, and spent a good hour and a half apoligizing to us while he screamed for his kids. It's disgusting.

On a good note, LYSY IS BACK! HUZZAH!

...And if you didn't see it, I have LJ icons. Thank you Panya of firechildren.net!
Baldrick, to you, the Renaissance was just something that happened to other people, wasn't it?
[Oct. 16th, 2004|12:44 pm]
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zany as all get out
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Doctor Jones- Aqua
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Where do you fall on the liberal - conservative political spectrum? (United States)
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I kinda thought so. I personally think that if I could vote for ANYBODY, I'd rather vote for Cthulhu. Why vote for the LESSER of two evils?
Who came up with Person Man? Degraded man, Person Man
[Oct. 17th, 2004|11:49 am]
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mood
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awake
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music
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Particle Man (live)- They Might Be Giants
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I got the house to my lonesome today. Whoopie! *boing!*

...Rooooooobye. ROBYE! Call me, please, damnit!

...I need a life.
Holy Pink Pirate Flags, Batman!
[Oct. 17th, 2004|05:58 pm]
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mood
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chipper
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music
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Pirates of the Carribbean
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Went to Borders (YAY!), got in touch with Robye (yayness!), heard about the fun he had at homecoming (DOUBLE YAY!), gave him my lj address, and ate junkfood till it came out my ears.

...It's been a great day!
WHEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOO--Tacos!!!!
[Oct. 18th, 2004|05:57 pm]
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mood
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drained
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"Birdhouse in Your Soul"- They Might Be Giants
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Hell of a day. I'm gonna try to catch up with Robye next Monday (I hope). Oh well, no class today so I got to work on the site.
Forget penguins, marmosets are stealing my sanity...
[Oct. 19th, 2004|09:20 am]
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mood
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worried
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siiiiilence
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My bosses never showed up for work. I'm kind of worried. I can't open alone by law and so all I could do was go and get the Campus cops to unlock and let me in so I could put the baked good delivery away. I hope Pat and Scott didn't get sick or lose another ferret (they adore their ferrets).
Oops
[Oct. 19th, 2004|06:27 pm]
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mood
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I'm a moron
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music
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Toxic- Britney Spears
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Holy Cow, Julia-sensei is gonna fry me! I didn't load my new page design onto my original page. I'm toast. I'll have to fix it tomorrow.
"She turned me into a newt!" "A Newt?" "...I got better."
[Oct. 28th, 2004|10:09 am]
[
mood
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working
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music
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"Clarity"-John Mayer
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Okay folks! I'm asking for help with a research project. My research question relates to Wiccan chaplains in prisons and the military. If you guys see anything, let me know.
Freddy vs. Jason vs. the Loudoun County Sheriff's Dept.
[Nov. 3rd, 2004|11:52 am]
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mood
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crappy
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music
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"Clarity"- John Mayer
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So, last Saturday was the final night of the Haunted House I worked at. We got over 1,500 people, which rocks, since we're small and new to the area. I had some problems with irresponsible, pig-headed, post-adolescents (they sure as hell didn't qualify as adults) who thought smoking and drinking on park grounds was okay and one too many irate chaperones. Not to mention a few birthday parties of 20+ kids and ONE chaperone (wtf? When did THAT become a good idea?) and one alternative school group who almost broke fire code because they had to all go in at once and there were eight including the chaperone. But the biggest issue of the night didn't actually happen until about 9:00, exactly a half hour before we stopped selling tickets.

I'm sitting at my usual post, the entrance to the "Gardens" (a haunted cornfield, complete with chainsaws and evil clowns) and doing serious crowd control when I see a car drive past. I'm thinking, okay, the driver's either too drunk to be driving anywhere, much less on park grounds where cars shouldn't be, or something's gone wrong. Well, I kind of forgot about it until they came past again and I realized the Haywagon was late. So now, I'm thinking, Crap, some yahoo jumped off again, didn't they?

I was half right.

Next thing I see is flashing Old Glory lights and two Loudoun County cop cars in full view. Four officers hop out and hotfoot it up the trail. Now, I have no guests waiting to go in, the corral for the Haywagon is empty and Rik is stomping around, growling. Finally I hear the story. I'd heard of similar things happening and heard people joke about it, but we'd never had to call the sheriff.

It seems "some yahoo" did jump off the wagon...and started a fist fight with one of the actors.

So we suspended ticket sales for fifteen minutes until things cleared up and business resumed as usual. Afterwards, a bunch of boys (they seemed to think they were big butch men) came up shirtless and probably drunk and tried to get in after closing. They even tried to offer us *snicker* ten dollars to just go through the house. I asked one to put out his cigarette and he just flirted with me. They all did leave eventually. But it made me really wish I was stronger. I would have grabbed those boys by the scruff of the necks and let the cows have them. I hear one of the bulls is really vicious.

In other news, Ken and Mom are splitting up. I don't know whether to be relieved that I don't have to deal with him or angry because he's being an asshole. On top of it, I'm having monstrous cramps.
[Nov. 3rd, 2004|10:05 pm]
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mood
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angry
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"Numb"-Linkin Park
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Ken put "For sale" signs in the car he gave Mom. She didn't find them until a little while ago.

Jerk.
Quiz results and the beginnings of a novel
[Nov. 3rd, 2004|10:27 pm]
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contemplative
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"Bring Me to Life"-Evanescence
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You are Relonia!

Which Pangaea character are you?
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You are Blue.

Overall you're a pretty content person. At peace
with yourself, you don't tend to over react.
Although at times you can be quite harsh and
cold towards others.

What Color Best Represents Your Personality?
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(Puritanical?! Moi?! Non!)

You're a Night Angel!

..: What kind of Angel are you? :.. ( Anime Pictures )
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The Fool! The card of

..:What's your personal Tarot Card?:.. ( Anime Pictures )
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...Soooo, I'm a gratuitous pantyshot?

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Olwen staggered along gingerly, clutching the letter to her chest. Fallon of Brockford. She had to get to Fallon of Brockford. Each step left a footprint of blood in the dust of the Trade Road. Her tabard hung off of her wasted frame like a shroud. The smell of sweat, stale blood, and illness hung around her. She was near death. But she had a duty to fulfill. She'd ridden two horses into foundering and, when she reached a town with no Church stables, went on foot to Brockford. The dirt of the road and the fields caught in her throat and dulled her hair and skin. She stumbled, pain racing across every muscle and bone.

She ignored the cries of dismay as she reached the first houses. Children stopped and watched her pass. They had never seen a Church Judge up close before. They certainly had never expected a weary, weakened, woman of 29 in dusty yellow rags to be one, ambling miserably down a Trade Road. She plodded on past women offering her drinks and men offering rides in their wagons or on donkeys and horses. They dared not pursue her. She was in a trance, it seemed, and was God-touched. To harass her was both sacreligious and illegal.

The Convent of Silver Birds Home for Lady Scholars was just ahead and to the left. She veered and saw the Silver Dove and wreath of white roses above a jolly red door, newly repainted. Her hand pressed against the door as she tried to rest. Fallon of Brockford was inside. She had to be. Someone had to know her, at least. She attempted to knock, but felt her knees buckle. No! She had to get the letter to Fallon! She had to!
[Nov. 8th, 2004|09:01 am]
Things have gone downhill. Mother is ill, and Ken has disappeared. Chris: Need to Talk to you. I will be down there soonish. Thank you for everyone's support.

F:

Your Beauty lies
in Contradiction. Controversial, unpredictable, and
never what anyone expects.
You appearance and your personality are two
opposite things. Even your
appearance sends different signals to different
people. To some you may look
innocent and sweet, to others you look mysterious
and intimidating at the same
time. No one ever knows what to expect with you.
You are a little bit of
everything all mixed together. You can be watching
the football game with the
guys one minute and the next out shopping at the
mall. You seem to be almost a
different person every time you meet someone, but
at the same time you know
exactly who you are and there is always that one
thing that makes you you. You
enjoy keeping people guessing and people love how
completely unpredictable you
are.

Some Things
That Represent You:

Element:
Fire, Water Animal: Chameleon Color:
Dark Tones, Light
Tones Song: Everything by Alanis Morriesette
Expression:
Half-smile

Gemstone:
Opal Mythological Creature: Gryphon,
Half-breeds Sign:
Gemini Planet: Mars Hair Color: Red
Eye Color:
Brown

Quote:
"Appearances can be deceiving."

Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..
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You're a Spring. You usually are very close-knit
with your friends and value everyone freidnship
you have. You're a real people person and
everyone loves how friendly you are. You're
good with encouraging people but usually don't
like to be the center of attention. You are a
social butterfly and probably are in several
circles of friends but it's just because you're
well liked and you make people comfortable.
You're both fun and wise but you are very
realistic about life.(If you can't see tje
pics, go to my homepage and look near the
bottom and find your result)

What season are you? (pics)
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Cyanide anyone?:
[Nov. 19th, 2004|05:17 am]
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mood
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depressed
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music
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"Metamorphosis"-Hilary Duff
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Well things seem to have cooled. Ken is gonna hear a few choice words from me, mostly involving four letters and none of them ladylike. Dirtbag.

[Nov. 21st, 2004|07:03 pm]
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mood
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calm
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"My Last Breath"-Evanescence
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My japanese name is 中村 Nakamura (center of the village) 美晴 Miharu (beautiful clear sky). Take your real japanese name generator! today! Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.

Isn't that purtyful?
I only have five people but just try and guess...
[Dec. 10th, 2004|11:32 pm]
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mood
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anxious
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music
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Techno on tv
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a. Choose 10 people from your friends list at random.

b. Write something about/to each of them.

c. Don't tell anyone who the statements are about. Good or bad. No matter how they beg!

d. But please do try to guess. That's what makes this fun!

1. You've always been so sweet and cuddly. Even when we had NOTHING to say to each other, we could just talk.

2. Okay, I don't know you incredibly well, but you blow me away with your sheer brilliance. Despite any beefs we may have had, directly or otherwise, I have only the deepest respect for you and your art.

3. You have been a crying shoulder, a family member and an inspiration. Don't let the stupid folks get you down. Even if they do outnumber the smart ones.

4. Friends and more, you guide me emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. You never lose patience with me, no matter how trying I may get. May the force be with you, always.

5. Artistic Genius. What more need I say to you, besides I love you?

----------------------------------------------------

Okay, I guess I should explain myself. Ken and Mom are splitting up. Very Messily. I'm caught in the middle. I've had so much help from friends and family. But I'm still hanging by my toes. I'm so drained. No telling when I'll be back. But I will be.
I can't believe I forgot this!
[Dec. 11th, 2004|12:02 am]
I promised Heather I'd advertise for her fic. Considering one of her muses supposedly looks like me with a killer battement.

http://chroniclesotdamned.tripod.com/

Soon to be "The Gauntlet", this story takes place right after the end of Angel. Universe hopping ladies and the vampires that love them! Demon Callers! Coming soon, Russian Ex-Ballerinas who kick revenant ass! 'Course, I could be biased.

Fics to California Gold (Regina's entrance): 5
Gamer Babes
[Dec. 29th, 2004|10:59 pm]
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artistic
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"Harder to Breathe"- Maroon 5
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Okay! I need help here folkses. My friend Sylvia and I had a cool idea: Gamer Babe t-shirts. I've got a whole list of quotes for shirts. But I suck a drawing and some of them need pics. If you'd like to help, send me a line and tell me which shirt you'd like to draw for. You WILL get credit!
Note: The Gamer Babes are to be used at your discretion, some lines have pic suggestions.

Gamer Babes- Tiffani (blond), Sherry (redhead), Kassi (brunette), Amelia (Asian), Daniela (Hispanic), Misha (Black), Polly (Multiracial), Amber (Native American)

Pistol Packin’ Mama- Pulp Fiction Babe with a gun down her shirt

But I don’t MEAN to toy with them!- Drow Babe with whip

Paladins are great! Every girl should have one!- Drow Babe with Paladin on leash

Who’s Your Princess? - Coiled whip

Yes I am a female gamer. Yes, I have nice dice. No, I will not show you.

Quit Staring at my Boobs- Tiefling chick with boob height fighter.

Cute, but evil- kitten with horns

I’m not evil, I’m misunderstood- Drow Babe with halo

Human Scum- Arrow pointing up

Where’s MY human scum? - Disgruntled elf chick

Gamer Babe- Gamer Babe cast in all their glory

Walking Gratuitous Cheesecake – Gamer Babe Chainmail bikinis

Life is Simple: Eat, Sleep, Roleplay- Food Road Sign, Lodging Road Sign, d20

Get your OWN booty! - Pirate chicks with overflowing chest

Dice-digger: n. A woman who actively seeks out men interested in Roleplaying Games. – Gamer Babe with with a wedding veil and a mallet

Yes, THEY’RE REAL! – Two circles in boob area

That’s MISS Chaotic Evil Shrew to you! – Tiefling Babe pointing crossbow at Terrified Paladin

Warning: The Wearer of this Shirt has PMS and is running a campaign. Have blank character sheet at the ready and fresh stats rolled. – Seething Gamer Babe with a chocolate bar and dice bag.

Warning: The Wearer of this Shirt has PMS and is playing your campaign. Prepare to have your world broken.- Same as GM shirt

Will game for (check boxes) money, chocolate, backrubs, dice, books, other______

Lolth for President: Because having one means being one! – Lolth with straw boater

Die: Roll it or Do it – Gamer Babe with Dice Bag and Mallet

Newbie-Fu: Never underestimate the power of the New Kid – Gamer Babe in diaper and Karate Gi,
breaking a board with binkie in mouth

No, I’m not married. Yes, I’m straight. No, I’m not interested – Gamer Babe stomping away from puddle of Gamer

If I’m from Venus and you’re from Mars, Where’s the Mothership when you need it?- Space Opera Babe looking up

Don’t Wanna WORK! Wanna play with BOYS!

Rampant Tomboy

Elf Archer Babe: Go ahead, run. You’ll die tired.

I am not an Amazon! I have both boobs, thank you!

Hello, Moving Target Practice! – Elf Babe at the ready

There are two kinds of men: Elves and Orcs.

Yes, they are pretty dice. May I have them back now?

Meddle not in the affairs of Otaku, for you are chewy and taste good with wasabi.

Meddle not in the affairs of Gamer Babes, for you are chewy and taste good smothered in chocolate.

Here, Cleric, Cleric, Cleric! – DB and Tiefling with whip and crossbow

Paladins need love, too!

Heavy Metal Chick- Paladin Babe in full plate

Jailbait: n. Gamer Babe in training, see also Trigger Happy Gamer Babe, Uncle Brute Squad, and Mama Grizzly

No, Shit, There I was… - Pulp Fiction Babe, swinging from vine; Drow Babe fighting Evil Cleric, Tiefling Babe stealing jewel, Paladin Babe fighting red dragon, Elf Babe fighting Orc, Space Opera Babe wrestling with tentacle critter.

What part of “Critical Hit Called Shot to the Nuts with a Vorpal Blade” DIDN’T YOU UNDERSTAND?

Vorpal Bunny- Gamer Chick with Bunny Ears and fangs

Hello Mr. Lich! I’d like you to meet Muffy! – Paladin with Gold Dragon on a leash

Rabid Gamer Babe

I survived the Mines of Moria – beat up Elf Babe

I’m PMSing, Chaotic Evil, AND I have a Vorpal Sword... Wanna play?
I have a plan so cunning, you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel!
[Jan. 12th, 2005|10:52 am]
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mood
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devious
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music
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"Even in Death"- Evanescence
]

Oi.
Okay. My plot is this. I have to save 75% of each pay check. 50% is for tuition. 25% goes to buying shirts from the free CafePress account I'm gonna make. The people who wanted to make art for the pictures send it to me before the last week in October. We print up what we have as shirts and buy them at base price (bloody well exhorbitant but if I save my shekels...). I can then sell them at Darkover for less than the web price, which will have to be marked up to get anything out of it because the base price covers service. That's why it's free to begin with. It's not so bad if you look at the merchandise and I see potential in the stuff. Tomorrow or in the next few days I will post the other shirt captions. Artists, thank you in advance for your help.

[Jan. 12th, 2005|11:52 am]
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Whimsical
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"Heart-Shaped Box"- Nirvana
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'Nother idea I had.

Filk and Cookies: The Fandom Big Mucking Cookbook and Songbook

Reciepes- Vampire Cookies, Romulan Blood Wine (complete with Warning Labels), Peach Fuzzies, more coming

Filk- Any suggestions? Writers will be given full credit, both original and filker.
Thus Skadi answers my prayers...
[Jan. 16th, 2005|04:03 pm]
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mood
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On Cloud Nine
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music
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"Light and Day"- The Polyphonic Spree
]

Weatherdotcom says s*ow showers tonight. I dare not spell the blessed word lest I jinx it. I'm tickled I tell you, purely tickled! It's my inner child. Embrace your bloody shoe size, says I.

So I don't forget, these are the songs I want to download off of iTunes next:
"Light and Day" (long version and Radio edit)- The Polyphonic Spree
"Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying My Way"- Jay-Z and Linkin Park
"Numb/Encore"- Jay-Z and Linkin Park
"Epona"- Enya
"I Don't Wanna Know"- Enya, Mario Winans and P.Diddy

Normally, I hate Rap but these song are actually mixed and composed beautifully.

[Jan. 20th, 2005|04:03 pm]
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mood
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apathetic
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The Inauguration (blech, 4 more years of this crap)
]

I'm helping Heather with a fic she's writing. In it, she gets Haldir and I get Foxy Blond Man Meat--I mean, Legolas. This after I nearly bludgeon him to death with a stick while invisible. So all the Elves see is a flying stick. Heehee! Poor Legolas. Yes, it's a shameless Mary Sue. Don't blame me. Anyway I think it's a good story so far.
Quotes!
[Jan. 22nd, 2005|03:27 pm]
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mood
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Inspired
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music
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"Lothlorien"- Enya
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OneRei: GLOMP!
LadyRimaRegen: *grins* Heyla!
OneRei: Hi! *bouncybouncybouncy* OMG! Shadow Runner is SOOOO Kewl!
LadyRimaRegen: I got your most recent addition, I hadn't quite gotten to writing my next part yet.... *giggles* Innit?
LadyRimaRegen: I take it you're enjoying the story so far...
OneRei: I'm actually rather fond of Mornas. I mean sure, Legolas and Braena are gonna be an item. But Mornas is such a dick, he almost loveable. and Haldir and Morgyn are so funny together. That's a hell of a ship.
LadyRimaRegen: *grins* They're going to drive each other up the wall.... both are arrogant as hell, supremely confident, and more stubborn than they'll ever admit....
LadyRimaRegen: An' I like Mornas.... he's amusing....
OneRei: Right, y'all are the love/hate ship and Legolas and Braena are the equivalent of Will and Mouse. Only Legolas is WAAAY smarter than Jack.
LadyRimaRegen: *grins* They're going to be sooo cute together.... and Haldir and Morgyn are going to provide enough fireworks for everyone....
OneRei: Hee! They are their own thorns in the side. Whereas, L and B need Mornas to rough things up by glaring meaningfully at the human scum and making her feel rotten.
LadyRimaRegen: *snickers* And with this set firmly before LotR, both of the girls know more about the future of this world than is particularly good for anyone....
OneRei: Persona;;y I think Morgyn and Haldir are going to be the main attraction for this fic.
OneRei: That too.
LadyRimaRegen: Most of the time, it is the relationship where the sparks fly that attracts more attention... but they need Braena and Legolas around, or their relationship will self-destruct before it has a chance to get on its feet.....
OneRei: They do? How so?
LadyRimaRegen: They need people to take their egos down a notch without pissing them off, and people to keep them from killing each other.... and sometimes, someone to rant at....
LadyRimaRegen: Besides, Morgyn wouldn't have taken that bet if she had to go off by herself....
OneRei: Hee! "*sigh* here we go again. Legolas, grab Haldir, I'll sit on Morgyn, I weigh more."
LadyRimaRegen: LOL!
LadyRimaRegen: We will have to use that quote at some point....
OneRei: Oh yes!
OneRei: "Morgyn, I've hidden my quota of bodies today, dammit!"
LadyRimaRegen: *giggles*
LadyRimaRegen: "Gerroff! Let me at the arrogant blond bastard! I am going to rip his hair out by the roots, and use it to hang him up by his toes, and THEN I'll start to hurt him!!!"
LadyRimaRegen: *sticks her tongue in her cheek* Violent, much, is she?
OneRei: Downright rabid.
LadyRimaRegen: It'll be interesting to see what precipitates THAT fight.....
[Jan. 24th, 2005|10:49 am]
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contemplative
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Silence
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Found this site called Why Wiccans Suck. Thought I was gonna hate it (I don't like people bashing other people's religions, no matter who they are).

I kind of enjoyed it.

Finally somebody gives the world a "no-bullshit" resource and slaps the Blessed-Be Wannabes with a wet squirrel. It's very blunt, though. Less of a "Don't do this" or "see how stupid this sounds" and more of a "You lackwits have your brains in the blender". Still it's refreshing.
Now again, I find myself, so far down, away from the sun...
[Jan. 26th, 2005|10:05 pm]
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mood
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creative
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"Away from The Sun"- 3 Doors Down
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OneRei: Right. Even then, I have very uncooperative muses there. My SW and (these) LotR muses are on their best behavior just now. Otherwise they can't come to Robye's b-day party and schmooze with his muses.
OneRei: That, and the threat of letting Skippy and Persephone out.
LadyRimaRegen: *snickers* I know muses like that. Generally the one who gives me those problems goes by the name of Q
OneRei: Skippy got his name because he looks like whoever he's torturing with jet black hair and an evil grin. Persephone is Lacey Chabert in a red chiton and a black veil. She throws exploding pomegranates to light fires under Muse asses.
OneRei: Although I think they might have been Qs in former incarnations.
LadyRimaRegen: probably. they certainly sound like Qs
OneRei: Skippy is currently at default setting and cackling about doing something awful to Legolas.
OneRei: Help...me...PLEASE!
LadyRimaRegen: Skippy, you do something to Legolas, and I will lock you into a Q box in bothing but a baby-pink speedo, and let Joycelin read Dr. Suess to you, and make you watch Disney movies.
OneRei: Ooh...he got quiet fast.
LadyRimaRegen: *giggles* That's what I've been doing to Q when he gets out of line. He hasn't misbehaved in months.
LadyRimaRegen: Not after he had to deal with that for three weeks.
OneRei: Okay, it's official. He's scared of someone BESIDES Persephone!
LadyRimaRegen: Who? Me, or Joycelin?
OneRei: Yes!
LadyRimaRegen: good.
OneRei: Usually, I have to go find Sephie and make her cool him off, but I'll have to herd him your way when he's bad now.
LadyRimaRegen: *smiles and purrs* Oh, I'm sure Q would love the company. And Joycelin has sooo been wanting someone to read Dr. Suess to....
OneRei: Oh hell.
LadyRimaRegen: mm? Did I scare someone?
OneRei: Sephie's eying me saying, "Not even! I'M a good girl...Usually."
LadyRimaRegen: I'd just send Ivan or Marina over to bother her. Ivan's called 'the Terrible' and Marina's hell on earth when she wants to be. Or otherwise a sweet child with a passion for fashion and style.
OneRei: Regina has warned the muses of those two. Ever seen an Elvish Princeling faint?
LadyRimaRegen: no
LadyRimaRegen: What, did Legolas have a problem upon hearing of Ivan and Marina?
OneRei: It's like standing a surfboard on edge then kicking it. He liked the sound of Marina. IVAN was enough to make him SWEAR to behave himself.
LadyRimaRegen: *snickers* Doesn't want one of his own like that, does he?
OneRei: Course, I think Skippy would be a bad influence on him.
LadyRimaRegen: Ivan's enough to make Spike behave himself.
LadyRimaRegen: Ivan is sometimes enough to make Q behave himself.... Joycelin, of course, is much better at keeping others in line.
OneRei: L's babies are gonna end up being quiet like daddy, but trouble like mommy. Little Aransul scared the piss out of Skippy for five minutes. Next we heard, Aransul could call people all manner of filthy things in french.
LadyRimaRegen: *snickers* Marina curses like a sailor in Russian when she's in 'hell on earth' mode, Ivan has managed to pick up on the curse words in every language Spike, Alexa, or anyone around them knows - including a couple that are supposed to be dead languages, and Joycelin insults people with flair and eloquence without using a single word that qualifies as a curse word.
OneRei: Oh, hellfire. We are NOT leave Marina and Sophaea alone unsupervised. Sophi has figured out the whole "Daddy is a class act sucker." She'll be conning him out of arrows before long.
OneRei: Something tells me Marina has a similar iron grip on poor Aleksi
LadyRimaRegen: *blinks* No, we're not leaving Marina and Sophaea alone together. That would be bad. Especially if Marina's in 'hell on earth' mode.... she'll teach Sophaea how to curse, do almost anything on a horse that one can do off a horse, and fight like a little hell cat..... and Marina's hold is more on Dmitrii and on her lovely hubbie..... the dark lovely who eats people for breakfast.
OneRei: Oh shit.
LadyRimaRegen: yeah
OneRei: Nyet, Regina. You may not teach Sophaea and Aransul to shoot a revolver, they don't NEED to.
LadyRimaRegen: Regina, do I need to tell Marina to do a little refitting on your wedding gown?
OneRei: Keep telling her, they're Elf kids they have bows.
LadyRimaRegen: *nods* They don't need a revolver. They're dangerous enough as it is.
OneRei: Regina, behave or I WILL let Marina have you.
OneRei: Put Aransul down, Regina
OneRei: Poor Legolas.
LadyRimaRegen: *snickers* Poor Leggy....
OneRei: At least he has a guaranteed babysitter now.
LadyRimaRegen: True...
OneRei: I'm going to send Regina back soon. I need my SW muses free and she's currently trying to teach them the difference between vampires and demons. Besides, you need her back at some point.
LadyRimaRegen: I will need her back at some point, though not yet. You are welcome to send her back, though, if you'd like. Just make sure she's aware that Aleksi is currently working on a story in which someone ELSE is his girl.
OneRei: She doesn't mind. As long as she gets him in Gauntlet fics, other women can have him. Except, of course, Anastasia. Anastasia may not have him, unless Regina gets to kick her ass from here back to Russia.
OneRei: She's not possessive. She just can't stand Anna lording it over her.
LadyRimaRegen: Dont' worry, it's not Anastasia. Michaela's American. And he's very sweet on her. Makes her coffee....
OneRei: Awwww!
OneRei: Michaela's fine.
LadyRimaRegen: And buys her chocolate, and amber, and ivory...
OneRei: Wow, he DOES spoil his women!
LadyRimaRegen: yes, he does.
OneRei: Regina does want to read the Michaela fic after seeing that wallpaper. She wants to know what the deal with Christmas is too.
LadyRimaRegen: O:-)
OneRei: Regina said something about losing her job as a ballet teacher for little kids before the incident. She seems miserable about it.
LadyRimaRegen: aww... poor Regina...
OneRei: Yeah, but then she doesn't have that attachment in her world.
LadyRimaRegen: mmm
OneRei: But she misses the kids calling her "Miss 'Gina". They can, SKIPPY may never!
LadyRimaRegen: ok
LadyRimaRegen: oh, I'm about to go post chapter 7 of Forgotten on ff.net....
OneRei: cool! I'll have to read it tomorrow. It's bed time for bonzo.
OneRei: night night!
LadyRimaRegen: ok
LadyRimaRegen: laters!
LadyRimaRegen: sweet dreams
LadyRimaRegen: of yummy elf-men
OneRei: heheh! no problem!
More shirt captions
[Jan. 27th, 2005|12:55 pm]
[
mood
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artistic
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[
music
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Silence
]

Please start sending me some pics! I'd like to make a few and advertize them by wearing them places.

Cute? I can do Cute!

Dwarves: D&D's answer to the Tardis

(Scratched out) Westley Never Dies
Buttercup Never Dies

If guns are outlawed, can we use crossbows?

I'm not stupid, I'm not expendable, I'm not crazy and I'm NOT going!

I'm not stupid, I'm not expendable, but I have 3 hit points and I'm crazy!

If you think this rack is impressive, you should see the one on my back.- Picture of a twelve-point buck.

Not all tieflings are evil. Just the interesting ones.

Pink Power Ranger- Brunette Ranger Babe with Falcon and Shortbow (will be on pink shirt)

Yellow Power Ranger- Asian Ranger Babe with Tiger and Sais (on yellow shirt)

Have a nice day!- Ranger Babes pointing drawn bows at viewer

Flying Nun- Monk Babe in a flying kick

Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead.
Do not walk before me, for I may not follow...
Don't even walk beside me because I have no fricking clue where we're going-
Gamer Babes looking at a map with a huge question mark.

You amuse me- Crossed wand, staff, and ankh

Silly Mortal- same

Never tickle a sleeping dragon- Tiefling Babe tickling dragon foot with feather

Stone Bitch- Dwarf babe (W/O Beard!)

Mistress of Headology- Discworld type Witch

Faerie Godmother (Faerie and God are scratched out)

You only wish I were a football widow...

Even Elf Maidens like chocolate chip cookies!
[Jan. 30th, 2005|03:13 pm]
[
mood
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apathetic
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[
music
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"Human Behavior"-Bjork
]

So Robye is 16 now. Okay, not officially. But close enough. He's not driving yet, of course with the law change. Still, lucky little devil's closer than I am.
Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I've got left...
[Feb. 3rd, 2005|11:14 am]
[
mood
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depressed
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[
music
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"Papercut"- Linkin Park
]

Do I really WANT to go to Katsucon?
I almost fell right through...
[Feb. 8th, 2005|10:27 am]
[
mood
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thoughtful
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[
music
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"On the Way Down"- Ryan Cabrera
]

Soooooooo...

Lysy might be going to Tulane, in Louisiana. Meaning she'll be closer. But it won't be Oregon. We'll always have Oregon.

In a purely platonic way. She's my sister not my lady.

In other news, if I'm going to Katsucon (which yes I bloody well am Goddamnit!), I need costumage. Right now it's a toss up between Sakura's Pink Cardcaptor number, a quickie Hikaru MKR costume, and the completely non-anime, fully original, Sophia Cole of the Order of St. Van Helsing. The pink one will take longer but pink's always dirt cheap this close to Valentine's Day. So's red, so Hikaru will be easy. For my stage number, I have a quick change from boy to girl Ranma. And of course I can always cop out and do my Angel of Love routine. Though, in mid-February a mini-skirt might be a bad idea. I did go to the Katsucon site and found out about an Anime swimsuit photoshoot and pool party. Hmmmm... I'm seeing Sailor Mars-inspired swimsuit...

Oh, well. Happy Mardi Gras!
There's Mary Sue, then there's Mary Sueage...
[Feb. 8th, 2005|12:21 pm]
http://www.maggiefic.com/marysue.htm

Found this funny generator online that did Mary sue name, eye and hair color, scent, Power, skill, marking, and relationship. Feel free to laugh.

Name: Giselle de la Fleur
Eye Color: Smoky Topaz
Hair Color: Ripe Chestnut
Scent: Midnight Seaspray
Power: Speaks to animals
Skill: Supermodel
Distinguishing Mark: Navel Ring
Relationship to a major character: Dylan Hunt's Catholic School Classmate

Lynnda LeLonde
Hazy Cerulean
Mahogany
Antique Vanilla
Astral Projection
Supermodel
Eyes That Change Color
Harry Kim's Mentor

More Later!
More Mary Sueage
[Feb. 10th, 2005|11:15 am]
[
mood
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naughty
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[
music
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silence
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K'tanya le Croix
Golden Mahogany
Shimmering Raven
Dewy Lilies
Necromancy
Computer Hacker
Full, Pouting Lips
Deanna Troi's Evil Twin

(Scary how believeably BAD these sound. I like that name, though.)

Destiny Running Deer
Silver Sapphire
Ripe Gold
Spicy Sandalwood
Speaks to Animals
Master Diplomat
Sexy Foreign Accent
Tyr Anasazi's Catholic School Classmate

(*snert, giggle, ROTFLMAO* Oh, GOOD NIGHT! I think I'm gonna Die!)

DeLacey Foxworth
Swirling Jade
Glossy Raven
Lacy Incense
Force Adept
Astrophysicist
Pointed Ears
Fraser's Catholic School Classmate

(...ooookay! That one's weird.)

Giselle de Smytheford
Changeable Emerald
Sun-kissed Wheat
Dewy Jasmine
Telekinesis
Martial Artist
Intriguing Scar
The CSM's Student

(CSM? Saywhatnow, Saywhatnow?)

Felicitie Havenworth
Gold-flecked Violet
Glossy Chestnut
Midnight Citrus
Force Adept
Professional Athlete
Intriguing Scar
Gunn's Lawyer

(Yet another one I might find anywhere.)

Felicitie Worthington-Smythe
Golden Mahogany
Abundant Gold
Fragrant Citrus
Speaks to Animals
Astrophysicist
Cascading Curls
Mace Windu's Long-lost Twin

(Oh, dear.)

Margarita le Croix
Golden Emerald
Glossy Mahogany
Midnight Tea Rose
Force Adept
Master Diplomat
Nipple Ring
William Ellison's Shady Ex-lover

(...oh, boy. Rule of thumb, kids, if you can't justify a name to your parents, don't saddle your children with it. Characters are your children. Brandi is a cute name, Margarita is just asking for trouble.)

Amber del'Ortollio
Gold-flecked Jade
Sun-kissed Silver
Summersweet Apple
Force Adept
Astrophysicist
Cascading Curls
Methos's Long-lost Twin

(What did Methos ever do to this girl?)

Angelique Havenworth
Silver Jade
Sun-kissed Brown Sugar
Dreams of Lavender
Astral Projection
Super Spy
Cascading Curls
Harry Potter's Niece

(...Not gonna go there...)

Bella Devereaux
Changeable Emerald
Ripe Mahogany
Lacy Vanilla
Power of Love
Scientific Genius
Intriguing Scar
Gunn's Ex-Spouse

(No wonder Gunn didn't stick around!)

MahRee'soo Foxworth
Silver Azure
Burnished Chestnut
Passionate Incense
Sees Dead People
Computer Hacker
Sexy Foreign Accent
Captain Kirk's Counselor

(This one's a classic. Bet she's half alien too.)

Margarita LeLonde
Swirling Violet
Luxurious Raven
Lacy Gardenia
Levitation
Computer Hacker
Navel Ring
Luke Skywalker's Shady Ex-lover

(Yikes.)

Felicitie de la Fleur
Golden Azure
Luxurious Wheat
Summersweet Linen
Empathy
Supermodel
Nipple Ring
Sirius Black's Long Lost Twin

(Ow. Just, Ow.)

Amber Flowering Tree
Starry Mahogany
Sun-kissed Wheat
Dreams of Tea Rose
Sees the Future
Linguistics Expert
Cascading Curls
Cordelia Chase's Evil Twin

(Justify this one and I bow to you and offer my throat in submission.)

And now, some quotes...

Any man who can make a woman feel that beautiful with just a look should be cloned and handed out like candy.
-"The Lover" by The Emu

"Oh," she said. "Can I hold him?" Dawn passed him to the ex-demon and newlywed. Anya stroked the soft hair on his head. She smiled when the boy did and touched his little fingers and nose. "He's so small and helpless. His skin is so soft, and he has a distinctive smell. I feel an overwhelming desire to reproduce and have my own short person."
-"The Ticking Clock" by JK Phillips

"Paperwork is the weapon of the people who enjoy inflicting pain, but get squeamish at the sight of blood."

-"Past Problems, New Resolutions" by Listen-r
A Mary-Sueage Litmus Test
[Feb. 10th, 2005|12:27 pm]
NAMING

Does the character have a SERIOUSLY IMPROBABLE NAME, such as Starr Meadowsweet, Arwen Ravenclaw, Phoenixx Destiny or something similar? Note that both first and last name must be highly unlikely to count.

Does the name imply a certain airy perfection?

Is the name spelled oddly?

Is it a so-called "cool" sounding name?

Is the name modern sounding at all (Starr, Nebula, Loralie, Epiphany)?

Does the name make you think "Elfquest" no matter what universe?

Does the name defy any linguistic reasoning besides rolling trippingly off the tongue?

Is it a name you'd be excommunicated for giving to your child?

Is it what you wished your parents had named you/what you like to be called/what you call yourself online?

LOOKS

Does the person have a bizarre hair color?

Do they have a normal but superior or at least striking hair color?

Is their hair color described in its own paragraph with such poetic adjectives as "sun-kissed", "ripe", "silvery/golden", "shadowed", "silky" and "shimmering"?

Are their eyes some very rare but exceedingly beautiful eye color?

When describing her build, do the words "slender" AND "voluptuous" pop up in the same paragraph?

The Same sentence?

Same Phrase?

Does the whole room go silent when she walks in?

Can she drop an invading army by inhaling, pouting, flipping a tendril, smiling, or eating lollipops/popsicles/bananas?

Is she exceedingly graceful, well-built and agile without trying?

Is she tall?

As tall as the tallest of the male heroes?

No matter her race, is she flawlessly beautiful and desirable?

ATTITUDE

Is she braver than the male heroes saving her?

Is she saving the heroes?

Is she blindingly brilliant?

Can she "MacGyver" her way out of any situation with only a few token hairs disturbed, a few beads of sweat on her perfect brow, and her makeup still as perfect as when she applied it?

Is she suitably frightened when threatened with the age-old "Fate Worse Than Death (tm)" but nevertheless saves the day?

Is she seemingly unstoppable?

If she HAS to die to further the plot, is the death tragic and heroic?

Does her death move the men in her life to tears?

Is she passionate, stubborn, wise, and majestic?

BACKGROUND

Is the character an orphan?

Tragically so?

Would DCS be appalled by her treatment by family in childhood?

Is she a supermodel?

An astrophysicist?

A powerful Sorceress/Mutant/Alien?

A Hacker?

A demi-goddess?

A FULL goddess?

Does she have amnesia?

Is she somehow connected to a canon character?

MISCELLANEOUS

Would you have hated this chick in high school?

Would she have been so fucking sweet you couldn't bring yourself to hate her?

Would you want to be her?

Would every man, gay, straight and otherwise, want in her pants so bad they couldn't stand it?

ARE they in her pants?

As we speak?

Can she, like Buttercup, be summed up as the "most Beautiful woman in the world"?

Are you officially nauseated now?

If you answered YES to at least 90% of these questions, You, my dear, have a Mary Sue. Have a nice day. Don't let the doorknob hitcha where the pitbull should've bitcha.

(Okay, that was seriously bitchy for me. I think its hormones.)
Quotage
[Feb. 12th, 2005|02:04 am]
"Bananas!"-random exclamation
"You can't win with gov't cheese!"- from Give me The Brain
"Reading (Christian Riley's) Slash is like a train wreck: I shouldn't read and I feel awful about reading but I can't help myself!"- Commentary on fanfiction
"Wait, lemme put on the face that says I care!"
"Were you born stupid or did it take years of practice?"
Care for a Jelly Baby?
[Feb. 14th, 2005|12:03 pm]
[
mood
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ecstatic
]
[
music
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Doctor Who teaser trailer
]

DOCTOR WHO IS BAAAAACK! THIS FALL, STARTING MY BIRTHDAY! CUTE BLOND COMPANION! YAAAAAHOOOOOO!

...Okay, I'm done now.

Tue, 06 Jan 2009 18:27:11 GMT

Travel Log for Choir-Trip-from-Hello-Dolly '04
[Apr. 20th, 2004|04:34 pm]
[
mood
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April shouldn't be 70 degrees
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[
music
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"Breathe"-Michelle Branch
]

Thursday

Lexie made it! Yay! Bus trip was long and noisy. Dinner at Colonial Williamsburg wasn't all that great, but better than most places and was at least palatable. Ghost Tour was FUN, kept expecting to see one of the ghosts. Might go back to say a friendly hi to them all. Trip to hotel was very noisy. Hotel room was on the beach and had nice balcony.

Friday

Argh. Too damn early to be coherent. Performed today and had LOOOOONG heart-to-heart with Jenny and Sopheia. Got yelled at because I cried because purse and Cd player disappeared. Will steer clear of more irritable chaperones.

Saturday

YAY! BUSCH GARDENS! Was very hot, but a ride on Escape from Pompeii and a wade in the Dragon's Pond cooled me off. Dinner wasn't fantastic, but Waffle Cone of Cookie dough was GREAT. Will be taking home 2nd place in Women's Ensemble. Group from Jersey V. poor winners and too darn cocky.

Sunday

Went on V. fun cruise in Norfolk, with DJ. Wouldn't play my requested songs until the last one at the last minute. Grr. Trip home was exhausting.

(I know this is brief, leave me alone, It's too hot out to be detailed.)
"Will there be violence?" "I certainly hope so!"
[Apr. 21st, 2004|04:17 pm]
[
mood
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Still too warm for me
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[
music
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Crimson and Clover
]

**Growls at whoever pinched Ghostdancer manuscript.** I want it back NOW. Frelling human race and their frelling automatic kleptomania!
The eye of the tiger...
[Apr. 22nd, 2004|04:02 pm]
[
mood
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inspired
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[
music
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"I Believe in A Thing Called Love" -The Darkness
]

(Having trouble with a PC so took a page from Alysya's book and wrote this.)
Felicia Sheridan

--Tall, chubby, and curvaceous. Felicia looks and walks rather like a wildcat. Golden eyes peek from under long black lashes. Orange streaked chestnut hair to her waist, v. curly and thick. 215 pounds. Is proud of her hair and face, but could live without the rest.

--The attic of her parents' place in Sunset City. It's furnished in a mix of styles and eras that many would call tasteless or clashing. She has a mini-fridge that holds half-pint water bottles and cans of soda as well as a stereo, tv set and VCR. Her bed is against the wall under a window with a window seat, so she doesn't have to go far when she's sick. Her cat, Jenny, sleeps in a basket at the foot of the bed. Her pet mouse, Mrs. Frisby, lives on top of her dresser. Her computer is across the room.

--Felicia is a Californian teenager with no children. She attends Sunset City High School, where she is a junior. She does have a girlfriend at the moment, named Danielle. But, she and Dani are most certainly not going to remain a couple, as Dani has roving eyes and hands, yet Felicia would rather not share.

--Felicia wants live as a normal teenager and grow up to be a Special Education Art Teacher. She wants the freedom to hang out with her friends and keep her grades up. She wants to be able to go to sleep at night and not worry about saving the planet the next morning.

--The only thing standing in Felicia's way is destiny. She is a reincarnated warrior, meaning she has responsibilities most teenagers don't. She has to protect the world and the princesses and keep her grades up. But all this stress tires her out.

--
"So, Felicia, what's happening Saturday?"

"Boo-shit-diddly, that's what. I'm gonna sleep in, kick back and watch some toons, maybe improve my tan."

"You're so vain!"

"No, Eliza, I'm self-improving, there's a mild difference."

"You'll get all wrinkly and crap when you get old."

"THAT's vanity talking. Anyway, fat fills out the wrinkles.

"Shut up! You aren't fat!"

"Chubby, then."

"You gonna go anorexic or something?"

"What? And waste good food? That's crazy talk, Eliza!"

"You know, you're right. Bulimia?"

"Now, it's your turn to shut up."

"Why?"

"Because that stuff is gross just being mentioned!"

"Chicken!"

"Cork it."

"Not you, nimrod! KFC!"

"Oh! No thanks, I'm not desperate for snackage."

"No wonder you think you're fat. You call a bucket of chicken 'Snackage'."

"Get over it! How about Krispy Kreme?"

"Eh. Okay. But don't hog the honey-glazed."

"Fine, as long as you don't hog the Vanilla coke."

"EWWWW! You STILL drink that crap?"

[Apr. 22nd, 2004|04:51 pm]
Tigers may not be the king of the jungle, but these striped cats are no softies! Magnetic and self-possessed, Tigers are born leaders. They have an air of authority that prompts others to fall in line, which is exactly how they like it. Although they are magnetically charming and fun to be around, Tigers like to go it alone sometimes too. A Tiger's main interest is in following its ambitions -- and maintaining control.

Tigers are courageous beyond compare and generally come out ahead in battle, be it in the boardroom or the bedroom. Seduction is one area where the Tiger is definitely king! Noble and warm-hearted, Tigers have a natural, raw appeal that's extremely attractive to other Signs. They're not just about attraction, though; ever on the side of right, Tigers will fight the good fight to the bitter end if the cause is worthy. Opponents are wise to fear this feline.

A bit of caution is a good thing around Tigers, since they can pounce without warning. They experience mood swings and often feel things more intensely than others, the latter quality being both good and bad. They can react poorly under stress and are prone to emotional outbursts. This Sign's bristling sensitivity can send friend and foe running for cover.

A lesson that Tigers would be well-served to learn is "moderation in all things." Once these cats can find their center and direct their considerable energies toward worthwhile endeavors (as opposed to racing through life), they will accomplish much.

The most compatible match for a Tiger is the Horse or the Dog.
I probably shouldn't do this...
[Apr. 24th, 2004|11:51 pm]
[
mood
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horny
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[
music
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Britney Spears- "Toxic"
]

I am writing a lemon. A healthy, tart, lemon, full of sweat and tears and other fluids. I might have it posted Friday or Saturday of next week. I have to finish it first. I'll put it here first to be commented on so it will be nice for the Playground folks.
Falala and Hey Nonny Nonny...
[Apr. 27th, 2004|07:51 pm]
[
mood
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blah
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[
music
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Bon Jovi- Wanted Dead or Alive (acoustic)
]

In one week I will be torturing Will Turner. Be afraid.
I lose more sanity that way...
[Apr. 28th, 2004|04:22 pm]
[
mood
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crappy
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[
music
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"Stupid"-Sarah Mclachlan
]

To-Do list-
--Write a Music review for Teen Newsletter
--Post Information on Crystal Trinity Board, then post link on Advertisement Boards.
--Find that lost paper for AALAS
--Laundry
--Locate my floor or at least find out what color carpet really is.
--Get picture for M&FP
--Finish Chapter One of "Eversong"
--30 tummy crunches a day
--Cut down on Ice Cream intake
--Cut down on Caffein intake
--Drink more water
--Facial more often
--Get Tim's Measurements and Permission form
--Get MY measurements
--Start work on Prom clothes

Aiya... Too much to do...
YES!!!My greatest creation is COMPLETED!!!!!!!
[Apr. 30th, 2004|10:52 pm]
[
mood
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giddy
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[
music
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"Ice Cream"-Sarah Mclachlan
]

Finally, the lemon is finished. I have decided not to post here. Anyone interested in reading it, put your e-mail down in Comments and I'll send it tomorrow.
In response to a challenge...
[Apr. 30th, 2004|11:02 pm]
23rd post, 5th sentence.

"She seemed upset and then just threw an away message at me."

Heather and I had a misunderstanding.
Sick...yet...so dang COOL!
[May. 1st, 2004|11:26 pm]
[
mood
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curious
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[
music
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Myst III: Exile soundtrack
]

Must...find...SeraMyu...tapeage! Must...see...singing-dancing-real-live-senshi!
If I'm a goddess, I want a tentacle laden demon love slave...
[May. 3rd, 2004|09:23 pm]
[
mood
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blah
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[
music
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"Twilight"-Vanessa Carlton
]

I also want a dreamsicle sundae (vanilla ice cream with orange quarters). For I am the Goddess Orange Slices and Member of Clan Sundae. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yum!

...

As the Doom Player said when he found Sailor Pluto and a rocket launcher, I'm wasting time.

Must practice for Senior Solo...sigh...
I'm just one big @#$%ing ray of sunshine!
[May. 12th, 2004|05:02 pm]
[
mood
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enraged
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[
music
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The Vines- "Outtathaway"
]

Sweet had better be grateful I show up tonight. He better not b!tch at us. He'd better stay the h#ll outta my way.
Oi...
[May. 19th, 2004|10:05 pm]
[
mood
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exhausted
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[
music
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B-52s- "Loveshack"
]

Three days till prom and neither outfit is done. What the h*ll was I thinking?
The Day After
[May. 23rd, 2004|12:38 pm]
[
mood
|
Mah mayn's heah!
]
[
music
|
Tim's purring
]

Whoooo! Prom was fun! Although, I think ppl should take monday off after prom to recouperate.
OMG!
[May. 24th, 2004|09:10 pm]
[
mood
|
guilty
]
[
music
|
Twisted Sister- "We're Not Gonna Take It!" (Kyler's Song)
]

I have been gone sooooo long! I am so bad, no postage or anything! Bad, Naughty Brenna!
"Get your Cotton-Pickin' Mitts off my PIRATE!!!!"
[May. 26th, 2004|06:21 pm]
[
mood
|
mischievous
]
[
music
|
John Mayer- "No Such Thing"
]

Hellish day. Am up to page 19 of my first contribution to the Jedi story. Oh it promises to be GOOOOOOOD! My villains are thoroughly detestable, and my heroine loveable. Life is sweet!
Oi...
[May. 28th, 2004|10:19 pm]
[
mood
|
lonely
]
[
music
|
U2-"New Year's Day"
]

Ken and Mom had a tiff. We went to see Shrek 2 and right in front of a bunch of kids, he pinched Mom's butt. Mom told him off and he's been sulking ever since.

Have to do something with Galaxy Blues. It's threating to become stagnant. Since the writing of the damn books seems to have been handed to me I can probably write more and check in less often without much worry.

I'm so tired. Lonely, too.
Good news!
[Jun. 2nd, 2004|05:23 pm]
[
mood
|
cheerful
]
[
music
|
Evanescence- "Bring Me to Life"
]

I've been accepted to Clow Senshi! To Celebrate, I'm going to change the look of my LJ in a bit. And the Jedi Story is going quite well! Oh such fun!
Contemplation on magical matters
[Jun. 6th, 2004|02:24 pm]
My babysitting charge, Charles-the-most-easygoing-child-under-3, is down for a nap and, knowing him, will be down for a long while. While waiting for him to fall asleep I began reading The Gates of Sleep by Mercedes Lackey, an adaptation of Sleeping Beauty. I intended to write my own and was thus doing research, but, as usual, got sidetracked.

As far as I can tell, a mage in this world has a focus that he or she sticks to. Be it the Elements, or perhaps an aspect of life. But a sorceror has little to no discernable focus. Why?

I chalk it up to learning curve. Some people are very visual-tactile. If they can't use an aid to work so that they can sense things, it's difficult for them. But others can visualize fine by themselves.

Ergh, am too tired to think anymore. Will elaborate later.
Continuing...
[Jun. 13th, 2004|08:44 am]
[
mood
|
artistic
]
[
music
|
Savage Garden- "Crash and Burn"
]

Then again...

Is it learning style or something else? Nature? Nuture? Both? Neither? Or does magic have ANY rhyme or reason? Light or Dark? Order or Chaos?

I have another babysitting job today. Plus I need to get in touch with Robbye and find out what's happening Monday afternoon. He leaves on the 19th so I want to get in touch with him and get my hands on his section. With any luck, he's finished. We hope. I adore the guy, but Holy Cow is he a wordy fellow
I've been driving for a hour, just talking to the rain...
[Jun. 21st, 2004|11:21 pm]
[
mood
|
awake
]
[
music
|
"Breathe"-Michelle Branch
]

I'm a graduate. I'm waffling between delight at my newfound freedom or depression at the end of an era. I'm particularly good at waffling it seems. I miss Robye (in PA, visiting dad) and Alex (lord-knows-where). I'm trying to get various projects done and not doing too well.

...Welcome to hell...

I'm not sleepy yet. I write my best at 2 AM anyway.
**fidget, squirm, fiddle about**
[Jun. 22nd, 2004|11:20 pm]
[
mood
|
a cheery sort of antsy
]
[
music
|
Michelle Branch
]

Damnit! Why can't everybody be withing hour's driving distance during the summer? I have all this time to write and all these great ideas, but Robye nixed any writing until we can all be nearby enough to transfer files because Lexie doesn't have an e-mail account. Oh, my Kyriel muse is BITCHING! And I can only work on my Daevoran Culture bit and glossary during my morning trip to the library, because it's all on a PC file.

**growl** I'm getting antsy here. Because none of the other muses will talk sensibly! Robye: if you read this, HELP!!!!!!
Rrrrrrrrrgh!
[Jun. 23rd, 2004|05:57 pm]
[
mood
|
annoyed
]
[
music
|
Code Lyoko opening theme
]

Mom is nagging about my room and college, my muses are being bad, and my feet are cold.

Rar!
zzzzzz...
[Jun. 25th, 2004|07:44 pm]
[
mood
|
sleepy
]
[
music
|
"Everytime"-Britney Spears
]

zzzzzzzz...
I'm not the one who's so far away, when I feel the snakebite enter my brain...
[Jun. 26th, 2004|11:58 pm]
[
mood
|
ditzy
]
[
music
|
Another Brick In The Wall- Pink Floyd
]

Okay! Robye and I have cleared up the writing and stuff. Naboo is a swampy planet, but thanks to a massive asteroid and some helpful erosion, there is a crescent shaped desert and a good sized rainforest. Remember to tell him about Angels and low-grav planets, as well as...

Well, crap, I forgot!

I'll probably remember at four in the bloody morning.
Breeding ground of Lost Souls
[Jul. 1st, 2004|02:08 pm]
[
mood
|
pensive
]
[
music
|
Myst III: Exile soundtrack (Warpath Music I swear!)
]

Oh hell, the shit has officially hit the fan and splattered. Virginia just made same-sex marriage illegal. Even civil unions are banned and they won't recognize marriages or civil unions in other states. I'm going to warn my gay friends.

Yessir, things are gonna get ugly.

I sure as hell don't approve. The people who say that voting is the only acceptable way to voice an opinion forget that there's still a lot of ignorant or apathetic people out there who refuse to vote. And those who can vote and disagree are outnumbered many times over. So just because you vote, doesn't mean you'll win. So sometimes you have to rant. Maybe screaming is the only way. And the only way isn't always the right or the best way. It's just the only option left.

I'm of the firm opinion that love is love. Why should God care about who you love as long as you are in a good relationship? I mean, I've seen abusive relationships on both sides of the fence and I've seen just as many couples who were more than perfect and everything in between. A day will come when we will have no choice but to set aside prejudices and work together. Maybe it's on the way and getting close. Maybe it's dragging it's toes and taking it's time. But it will come. The human race cannot survive in the state it's in.

Love is all that's left in this world. Is it fair to regulate the heart?
Rargh!
[Jul. 6th, 2004|07:20 pm]
[
mood
|
bitchy
]
[
music
|
MMPR: tM Theme Song (Sigh...foxy men!)
]

Okay, the world is an f-ed up place. We (Ken, Mom, Becky, Y.T.) are going to Williamsburg on Thursday. But there's no guarantee we'll have the two hotel rooms we booked, because the people who booked us booked us in Tampa and can't seem to switch things properly. So, It's either cancel the whole thing, find a campground (which only Ken would argue with) or have a very "inappropriate" (Ken and Mum's words) situation with two teenaged girls sleeping in a room with an older man. I hope Ken doesn't cancel. I love Williamsburg and Busch Gardens. I want to ride the Four really badly and this could be the last chance we have for a while to go.

Growl...

I'm PMSing and hungry and bored and tired but I can't sleep!
We've been rambling all the night and some time of this day...
[Jul. 17th, 2004|02:11 pm]
[
mood
|
indifferent
]
[
music
|
Loreena McKennitt
]

Not much happening. Trying to finish my section before Robye comes back from Pennsylvania. Didn't get to the stopping point I wanted last night. Was most peeved.

Miss JDF's face. Stunt double is sexy, but that's not JDF's butt under there. Mom would notice.

[Jul. 18th, 2004|11:07 pm]
[
mood
|
YAY!
]
[
music
|
Tim telling me I'm pretty... Sigh...
]

Oh, My GAWD! JDF is a comin' back! HUZZAH!
May Cuteness Reign Forever!
[Jul. 19th, 2004|04:06 pm]
[
mood
|
bored
]
[
music
|
They Might Be Giants
]

Mom kicked me out of the house, saying I needed exercise. Chasing the neighbor's dog and failing to get her back into the sun room, I think, is plenty of exercise. But okay.

So here I am, sitting on my butt, contemplating Japanese names and being somewhat bored.
I see your motives inside, and your decisions to hide
[Jul. 20th, 2004|09:08 pm]
[
mood
|
depressed
]
[
music
|
"Papercut"- Linkin Park
]

My brain is melting into slag. I WANT to get things done so we can just pack and leave and I can hang with Robye before I leave. I shouldn't feel so worn out from just sitting around, doing virtually nothing. I'm quite frankly disgusted with my inability to do anything of use. But I'm so tired. Some days I can't work without a nap in the middle of the day.

Tomorrow, I'm getting up off my ass and packing. I can at least finish the tub scrubbing and put garb in the dried tubs. I refuse to be useless anymore. I'm sure as hell not going to repeat the crap from high school.
Quiz Time!
[Jul. 29th, 2004|10:43 pm]
[
mood
|
sleepy
]
[
music
|
Spike Jones now
]

m u s i c
1) Using band names, spell out your first name:
B-Beastie Boys
R-Rush 2112
E-Evanescence
N-No Doubt
N-Nirvana
A-Aerosmith
2) Have you ever had a song written about you? Not me precisely, but a character based off me.
3) What song makes you cry? Angel by Sarah McLachlan
4) What song makes you happy? The Remedy by Jason Mraz
5) What do you like to listen to before bed? Early David Bowie, Sarah McLachlan, heavier Evanescence
6) Name a song: Love Me Like That- Michelle Branch & Sheryl Crow
7) Who was/were your idol/s when you were younger? Linda Rondstadt
8) First album you ever bought? Jagged Little Pill by Alanis Morrisette and yes, it was a cassette
9) Name a song that reminds you of someone and why: It's My Life by Bon Jovi. It reminds me of my Fiancee and how he always does it his way.
a p p e a r a n c e
HEIGHT: 5'9"-5'11"
HAIR COLOR: dark reddish-brown
SKIN COLOR: tanned olive
EYE COLOR: brown
PIERCINGS: both earlobes
TATTOOS: no
r i g h t n o w
WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: Black Dance pants that someone spilled bleach on
WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: Breathe- Michelle Branch
WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: Mint Tea and Brownies
WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?: Muggy
HOW ARE YOU? sleepy
d o y o u
GET MOTION SICKNESS?: only when in read in the car.
HAVE A BAD HABIT?: More than I care to speak of
GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: almost
LIKE TO DRIVE?: I can't yet
f a v o r i t e s
TV SHOW: CSI
CONDITIONER: anything that makes my hair behave
BOOK: Currently, Oathbreakers by Mercedes Lackey.
MAGAZINE: none
NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: vanilla cola
ALCOHOLIC DRINK: ew
THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: kick back with a computer game
BAND or GROUP or SINGER or RAPPER: Evanescence
h a v e y o u
BROKEN THE LAW: Not that I recall
RAN AWAY FROM HOME: I don't think I have
SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: never
MADE A PRANK PHONE CALL: nope
EVER TIPPED OVER A PORTA POTTY: hahahaha-no.
USED YOUR PARENTS' CREDIT CARD: Nope
SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE: Once in fifth grade, with parent permission
FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: I was real little
BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: three
LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: all the time
l o v e d
BOYFRIEND: fiance now
GIRLFRIEND: a fling between friends
SEXUALITY: Bi
CHILDREN: not yet
CURRENT CRUSH: Jason David Frank (rrowl...)
BEEN IN LOVE?: yes, siree, mister
HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER SOMEONE: yes
BEEN HURT?: yes
YOUR GREATEST REGRET: learning to french kiss in 1st grade.
GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS: no, but two weeks, yes.
r a n d o m
DO YOU HAVE A JOB: not yet
WHATS IN YOUR CD PLAYER RIGHT NOW: Michelle Branch- Hotel Paper
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?: Aqua or something reeeeeally loud
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?: Clean Laundry Smells and running in the rain in shirt sleeve
WHO MAKES YOU THE HAPPIEST?: Tim-boy
WHAT'S THE NEXT CD YOU'RE GONNA GET?: Something by Queen, Linkin Park or Lacuna Coil
w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t
TIME YOU CRIED?: I can't remember
YOU GOT A REAL LETTER?: see above
MOVIE YOU SAW IN THE THEATER?: Shrek 2
y o u r t h o u g h t s o n
ABORTION: I don't like the idea of the Gov't telling people what they can and can't do with their body.
TEENAGE SMOKING: See above, if they really WANT to be stupid...
DREAMS: nice
LUCY, I'M HOOOOME!
[Aug. 23rd, 2004|04:56 pm]
[
mood
|
worried
]
[
music
|
"Papercut"-Linkin Park
]

Goddamnitall, Robye, where the hell ARE you? I'm getting worried. Call me, at least! You have my number!

[Aug. 26th, 2004|10:57 am]
[
mood
|
bored
]
[
music
|
The Voices In My Head (good name for a band)
]

Found Robye. Argued with Mom. Sick of her playing Mind Reader with me. Her Babelfish is screwed up on that level.

Grr... More Later
If the bullet to the brain doesn't kill you, the waiting will...
[Aug. 31st, 2004|08:07 pm]
[
mood
|
depressed
]
[
music
|
Linkin Park-"Numb"
]

I've been depressed lately. Not in a "suicidal" way. More in a "self mutilation" way. I haven't tried anything, but the thoughts have been there. It's funny how I can't talk to my own mother, but Becky, who's way more wild than I am and much more fiery, can actually have a reasonable relationship with hers. Funny sheesh, I mean.
Math is frustrating. One teacher is ok, but the other seems to patronize me as much as my mother does. I hate division without a calculator. I just want a vacation where I can sleep, be in a comfortable climate and get over my cold without class pressures or other kinds of stress. Ken bought a timeshare in Virginia Beach but it won't be finished until early next year.

I'm lonely, sick, stressed and just plain unhappy.

Misery is relative to each person. A bread crumb is joy to the starving man, and a painting sold for 5 dollars heavenly to a struggling artist.
I can't feel the way I did before...
[Sep. 13th, 2004|09:08 pm]
[
mood
|
calm
]
[
music
|
"Breaking the Habit"-Linkin Park
]

So I got a job. Cashier/Stockgirl/Random Grunt at the school snack bar. They feed you if you work 5+ hours and the pay is $7.50 an hour. Not great, but it's a quarter more than the bookstore and it's food. I had a cold the first week and so I had to keep washing my hands so the Health Dept. wouldn't have a cow and they wouldn't let me prep anything except hot dogs and coffee because the heat would get rid of any cooties. It's hell on my knees, but somehow I have no problem being chipper to the customers, even when I have to do the bloody red eye shift at 7-f-ing-30 AM. Everytime I smile at the real buttheads, I wonder "WTF? Am I always this damn perky or is the Cash Register radiating some kind of mind-altering fume that makes me all chirpy?"

The customers get worked up about the weirdest things and they act like I can just wave my hand and make it vanish. We don't serve soda or bottled water because of our proximity to the vending machines. We can't take credit cards for any purchase under $6.00 (it's legal, necessary, in fact, because the bank charges through the nose to let us). We can't give change without a purchase, either. And ever since people started stealing plastic utensils, unless you buy food for it, you have to pay a dime and we keep them behind the counter. Thanks for the compliment but I'm not Morgan le Fay. I don't think SHE could do it either.

My boss, Pat, says if they get really bad I have the right to not wait on them. If they get belligerent, I wonder if I can call Campus Cops or if I just chuck coffee on them and run like hell. Pat didn't say, but I'd rather call Campus Cops than get sued.

Also, my other boss, Scott, and I messed up on my schedual. So I had to work three hours this afternoon to make up. I can't work mornings Monday and Thursday because of class. I can only work mornings on Tuesday. Wednesday and Friday I have off and Thursday I have to be out by 4. We're closed weekends, thank the Maker.

I'm going to work on another horror movie script as stress relief and tinker up Galaxy Blues. I'm also going to crank up the Linkin Park and be moody so's I can have it out of my system. Night, folks!
Survey Doo-dah...
[Sep. 13th, 2004|09:52 pm]
[
mood
|
calm
]
[
music
|
"Numb"-Linkin Park
]

The \\
Last Cigarette:
none
Last Alcoholic Drink:
none
Last Car Ride:
to school
Last Kiss:
Tim
Last Good Cry:
two days ago
Last Library Book:
Guardian of Horizon
Last book bought:
School stuff
Last Book Read:
Yendi
Last Movie Seen in Theatres:
Haunted Lighthouse in 4-D
Last Movie Rented:
can't remember
Last Cuss Word Uttered:
Bugger
Last Beverage Drank:
Coke
Last Food Consumed:
Lasagna
Last Crush:
Robye (and I KNOW it would never work)
Last Phone Call:
Tim!
Last TV Show Watched:
Power Ranger Dino-Thunder
Last Time Showered:
Two hours ago
Last Shoes Worn:
Mary Janes
Last CD Played:
Origin
Last Item Bought:
Food
Last Download:
don't remember
Last Annoyance:
people thinking the damn tip jar is a penny exchange
Last Disappointment:
not seeing Robye on Saturday
Last Soda Drank:
Coke
Last Thing Written:
LJ
Last Key Used:
huh?
Last Words Spoken:
"Ken! Phone!"
Last Sleep:
This Morning before English Comp
Last Ice Cream Eaten:
Vanilla
Last Chair Sat In:
Computer Chair
Last Webpage Visited:
www.skyneko.com/reborn
Shame on you if you fooled me once...
[Sep. 15th, 2004|10:23 pm]
[
mood
|
creative
]
[
music
|
"As The World Falls Down"-David Bowie
]

Had a nice talk with Robye about JSU. We are sadistic, devious, little authors. I think I may have thwarted Skippy's worst plans. Skippy is the JSU's collective muse of truly bad sh*t. He had awful plans for my lead character's lover's death and now he's aiming at Robye's romantic pair. But I just altered things so that nobody dies unnecessarily. They just get really big owies.

Had a shirt idea...

(Black shirt,Picture of Kyriel Liana in defensive mode)

Your ship has crash-landed on Tatooine.
Your worst enemy is hot on your heels.
There's a sandstorm coming towards you on the horizon.
You have no food or water.
You're on the brink of a heat stroke.
You are totally lost.

...No problem.

JSU
All in a day's work

Also, went on a spontaneous school clothes shopping trip at Kohls. Got some cute new tops and much needed black pants for work. Have tons of stuff on hold. My wardrobe is getting a complete overhaul.
Some empath I am...
[Sep. 18th, 2004|02:08 am]
[
mood
|
faceless sheep
]
[
music
|
Missing- Evanescence
]

My best friend is clearly feeling like sh*t and I have done and felt...Nothing. I feel it NOW. But I read her lj and she's an emotional wreck. I should have felt it. I should have known. What the hell is wrong with me?

I adore Alysya. We've been like sisters. I never realized I was so insensitive towards her. I want to be there. I SHOULD be there. I feel like crap, like something on the bottom of a shoe. I can't explain this away, I can't. I've been horrible and I have such respect for her. I was so afraid of dying tonight when they called for tornado watches and warnings. Did I think of her once? My friend, my sister, my comrade-in-arms for so many years, and where was she in my head?

What the hell have I become?
(Team) Election 2004
[Sep. 19th, 2004|10:50 pm]
[
mood
|
discontent
]
[
music
|
"Bring Me to Life"-Evanescence
]

Okay, boys and girls, I need your help.

What should I do in this situation?

I'm setting up a Sailor Moon Future Game. I have five teams of heroes(Crystal Moon, Neo Moon, Kirin, Seleigh Fae, and Kinmokusei) and that's too many. Should I...

Limit the number of slots in the less canon groups?
Save the Kinmokusei for a later Game?
Use the Kinmokusei as NPCs?
Drop them entirely (last resort)?

[Sep. 22nd, 2004|01:51 pm]
[
mood
|
too damned perky
]
[
music
|
DDR
]

WHEEEEEEEE! I don't know why the hell I'm so f-ing cheerful. I failed a math test today. But I'm cheery nonetheless.
Like a ghost, don't need a key...
[Sep. 26th, 2004|12:38 pm]
[
mood
|
nostalgic
]
[
music
|
"Don't Leave Home"- Dido
]

So I'm 18 today...

Nothing special, it seems. Maybe I'm a little more responsible. A little melancholy, too. A lot's happened in the past month. I got my first job, my first checking account, Alysya left LJ (and me feeling just plain awful for strange reasons). People make 18 out to be a big deal. But it doesn't feel that way. According to my family, I'm not an adult. I don't want to be. But I do want to be. And nothing changed. Ken and Mom are still fighting. Ken is still dying slowly right in front of us. What am I doing? Crying on my 18th birthday.

My mind is harboring all the thoughts I never wanted to have. I'm becoming more cynical, more pessimistic, when I always said I'd never get that way. Maybe something did change. F*ck happy birthdays. There's nothing happy about this one.
Less Politics, More Pie!
[Sep. 28th, 2004|11:49 am]
[
mood
|
exhausted
]
[
music
|
Noisy-ass fan
]

Sheesh...
I love my boss. I hate my actual job.

Tue, 06 Jan 2009 18:08:14 GMT

[Feb. 24th, 2004|04:58 pm]
[
mood
|
aggravated
]

ARGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!
Okay! Mardi Gras. Went to restaurant with French class. Won prize for costume. Was feeling good till comp acted up!

[Feb. 24th, 2004|05:26 pm]
I am a SUPER GEEK!
...but I forgot my score...Dang!
1001 yellow daffodils begin to dance in front of you, oh dear...
[Feb. 25th, 2004|04:45 pm]
[
mood
|
hungry
]
[
music
|
Norah Jones-"Sunrise"
]

It's been a crazy day. I'm exhausted. Lent begins today, so I am officially a vegetable-tarian for the next 40 days. Oi. Furthermore, I have amended my fasting so that I can have caffein and sugar...in SMALL doses. Decaf Tea and Coffee, the occasional soda and honey in most everything. Erg...not overly fond of honey. I intend to find a sugar cookie reciepe that uses honey instead. Would that then be a honey cookie? Must investigate.

Didn't have lunch, so my stomach is complaning. What a day...
ARRRRRRRRGH!
[Feb. 26th, 2004|04:45 pm]
[
mood
|
infuriated
]
[
music
|
Jason Mraz- "The Remedy"
]

Last night, I got an application (took them long enough) from WorldCon for the writing contest. I said a few things about possibly not applying this year. Then I said I wish they'd sent notification of my prize sooner, in case I'd won. They must not have heard that, because they all told me that if I didn't write, I wouldn't get notifyed of anything!

The problem is this-
WorldCon has a young writer's competition. You write, they judge and prize. Winners get paid memberships to that year's con and a banquet with the guests. Now, the Con is usually in August or September. I never get notified of my winning or losing until long after the Con. THAT was what I was complaining about! And Ken insisted they wouldn't listen!

I feel like crying now.
Arglefraster
[Feb. 27th, 2004|05:49 pm]
[
mood
|
sore
]
[
music
|
The sounds of an empty house
]

Ken's in the hospital. My mouth is a mess and I need a dentist, quick. Chris, the equinox is not happening.D*** district competition. Festival my great aunt Sadie!
owowowowowOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!!
[Mar. 1st, 2004|04:36 pm]
[
mood
|
sore
]
[
music
|
Jason Mraz- "The Remedy"
]

My mouth still hurts. Also, Have just realized I won't be able to go porn shopping with Lysy and Joon this summer because my b-day is in September. I have several choice words for the Norns if I ever lay hands on them.
The library smells of burnt popcorn...
[Mar. 2nd, 2004|04:51 pm]
[
mood
|
sore
]
[
music
|
All-American Rejects- "Swing Swing"
]

Oi...I have such a headache. But I've joined Gaia and already met somebody on personals. Not getting much money though. I am contemplating some trading except I don't think people would want to buy a peasant dress.
A little help from my friends...
[Mar. 2nd, 2004|07:51 pm]
[
mood
|
thoughtful
]
[
music
|
Law and Order on TV (You tell 'em, McCoy!)
]

Trying to decide on a name to use for self in Amtgard Roleplay. Would appreciate help.

Ryoushi ("hunter")
Alishandra (no meaning, think it sounds pretty)
Arthandra (vague mix of Arth- for "bear" and -Ander for "mankind")
Sharra (no meaning)
Blackstar
Ravenstar
Yukiko ("snow child")
Branwen ("white raven")
Ick
[Mar. 4th, 2004|09:59 pm]
[
mood
|
stressed
]
[
music
|
Good ol fashioned Silence
]

Catching a cold, Gaia Personals Mod scolded me. If I were more rebellious I'd ignore it. But she had a point. Throat feels ooky, Head feels ooky, have french class in the morning, and my eardrum itches.

Roseanne: I'm sorry you're unhappy. Wish I could say more, but it would seem...awkward.

Alysya or Rini: Who's Sylvia and for why does she wiggle?
*beating head against a wall*
[Mar. 5th, 2004|08:44 pm]
[
mood
|
bitchy
]
[
music
|
silence
]

Ya know, for someone who just got out of the hospital, Ken's spending an AWFUL lot of time worrying about MY health. Grrr...
Rargh
Heather: Still can't get into that section of the Coalition. Have you talked to the mod? Can you send me the bits I have to read?
I'm not the weird one anymore...
[Mar. 6th, 2004|05:43 pm]
[
mood
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lethargic
]
[
music
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Gorillaz- "Clint Eastwood"
]

I have no problem with the idea of a "toy" with a name. It's just that I think Alysya may have me beat in the weird department. Oh well, maybe I can take my title back by buying The Tribe dvd Boxed set. Of course I'm also getting up early to watch Power Rangers. So I guess I'm still pretty odd.
Thinking about college...
[Mar. 10th, 2004|04:52 pm]
[
mood
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distressed
]
[
music
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The ringing in my ears (stupid ear infection)
]

I think I've decided. I mean, I'll take just about anywhere, so long as it's single sex and somewhere nearby. But Sweet Briar has just about stolen my heart. Great Major choices, beautiful campus, horses, a radio station, an artist's colony, horses...

But money will be a serious issue. I'm going to try to get a job this year to start earning up. But I'm really worried.
Sigh.....
[Mar. 11th, 2004|05:09 pm]
[
mood
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high
]
[
music
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Outkast- "Hey Ya"
]

According to the doctor, I might have a hyperactive thyroid. Which explains it all. That and I'm recovering from an ear infection. My ear is ringing SO DANG LOUD, I'm almost deaf on the left side. But OH the loverly things they gave me for it. Topical Anesthetic eardrops, codein, amoxicillin horsepills. Sigh... I will now go home and eat my weight in strange delights.
Looks like Morning in your eyes...
[Mar. 12th, 2004|07:01 pm]
[
mood
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calm
]
[
music
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Norah Jones- "Sunrise, Sunrise"
]

Saturday should be a day for relaxing. But I have a REALLY busy day. Oh well, I'll have Wednesday off.

Not much to spout about.

ANNA-MAE PATTERNS UPDATE:

Have finally seen real generic boys school uniform and girls gym uniform. The bloomers REALLY ARE that short. The jackets are cool though.
[Mar. 12th, 2004|07:18 pm]
Chris: If you spot the girls, ANY OF THEM, tell them to stop blocking off the good parts. I could use a bit of cheering up. And wrangle Snowstar this way if she's there. Although, knowing her, the fluffy old bat is probably wherever the most snow is.
Laugh if you will, but I still think Jason David Frank and David Yost are hot!
[Mar. 13th, 2004|12:11 pm]
[
mood
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awake
]
[
music
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nothing
]

Anime Personality Quiz

Quiz created by Sharra

That surprised me.
Paint the sky with stars...
[Mar. 17th, 2004|01:59 pm]
[
mood
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determined
]
[
music
|
Enya- "Storms in Africa"
]

Now, how in the heck did THIS happen?

Your a Guradien Angel! Guardien Angels are also
knows as Warrior Angels, because they are the
army of God. Not always meaning that they are
in war, simply that their job is to protect
unwary humans from dark dragons, or other evil
demons. Warrior Angels are not always friendly
with humans, but they will watch over them all
the time. Humans say that when a miracle
happens, thank your guradien angel.

What Kind of ANGEL are you? (For Girls only) This Quiz has amazingly Beautiful Pictures!
brought to you by Quizilla

It's gotten me thinking. If this is my final incarnation, and I'm to ascend when I die (hopefully very old with spades of kidlets and grandkidlets), what will I do with myself? I mean, life hurts and all, but I'll have to do something with myself. I want to protect people. Like that commercial (for what I can't recall). With the little cherubs flying along with the car to protect those inside. But I don't think I'd want to be a toddler. If I could choose what I look like, I'd be stronger and healthier-looking, but friendly. Someone a kid could play with. But, woe to anybody who'd try to hurt the child. I'd suit up in kick-@$$ armor and go in, flaming sword swinging and zaghareeting like Xena. NOBODY touches the kid I defend! Sure, the kid would experience what he or she needs to, but I'm not going to let anything ELSE happen.
Quiz results
[Mar. 17th, 2004|02:12 pm]
[
mood
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thoughtful
]
[
music
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Enya- "Marble Halls"
]

This doesn't surprise me.

You are the Goddess of Air. You are very
intuaitive. You inspire other Goddesses since
without you nothing would exist. Your make sure
you are always intuned to your spirtaulality.
Your most definatly one of the most Wisest and
highest consciousness of the Four Goddesses.
Other Air Goddesses Aradia, Arianrhod, Athena,
Nuit, Urania

Which of the Four Elemental Goddesses are you?(With Pics)
brought to you by Quizilla

You are a normal angel. Innocent and pure. Full of
light and hope. You love to be around others,
and really know how to have a good time. You
enjoy hanging around with mortals. You like ti
sing, which you are great at, and like to have
others near you. People are naturally attracted
to your bubbly personaliy, and love to be
around you. Normal angels are always popular,
and have lots of fans. You are happy go lucky,
with an interesting out look on the world.

Though you have experienced pain, that is all
behind you now. You see the bright side to
things, and are always there to help a person
in need. You are quite pretty, with a childish
air, though you know more than others think.

You are a really friendly person. But can be a tad
selfish at times.

You are bright and full of energy.

Better get my shades!

What Type Of Angel Have You Become?
brought to you by Quizilla
Designer-made Hell
[Mar. 20th, 2004|09:30 pm]
[
mood
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exhausted
]
[
music
|
Funny Ladies of BritCom in background
]

Started the day with a dance rehearsal in HORRIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE SHOES! Then had District Competition in MORE HORRIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE SHOES! Came home, missed DinoThunder to go grocery shopping (at a REALLY nice new store, but that's beside the point), one got ONE JDF fix instead of two, will only get two this weekend instead of four. F***ing Digimon Marathon. Also, friend Anne is having an awful time of things. I feel horribly bad for her.

Sigh...

Sometimes, it isn't worth chewing through the leather straps.

[Mar. 21st, 2004|09:27 pm]
feel weird tonight. sick.
Feeling better...I think
[Mar. 22nd, 2004|04:51 pm]
[
mood
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blah
]
[
music
|
J-Rock on the International Channel
]

Poor Roseanne. Really. These Journals are up for people to bitch at. Even if it feels petty or childish, the journal is where we can air out stupidity and feelings that would get bad reactions. She shouldn't feel bad about writing about feeling like crap.
Sword, Screwdriver, Sorrow...
[Mar. 23rd, 2004|04:25 pm]
[
mood
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drained
]
[
music
|
Charmed Theme Song
]

They are all tools in a sense. What keeps me from picking up a sword to protect myself? Scruples? Not if I feel my life is threatened. Fear? Perhaps, but under the circumstances, I'm more afraid of the buttmunch getting ready to kill me than any jury. Weakness? If it's a light enough sword, I don't think that's the problem. What, then, prevents me from using a tool I have the power to wield? I don't know and it makes me angry.

Today, I was unhappy. A dear friend of mine--who is a bit naive but has her heart in the right place--told me I could choose to be happy. Could I? I tried, Lord knows, I tried. I reminded myself of the saying I have about it being impossible to be unhappy while wearing yellow. After all, I was wearing a new yellow sweatshirt that I had hankered after for months. Nothing. I bought myself a can of my favorite empty sugar drink. Nothing. I even got a bit violent with inanimate objects, which tends to help when I'm in a really ugly mood. Nada, zilch, zippo. Happiness was a tool. So why the heck couldn't I use it? Nothing was holding me back! This fact only made it worse, because, now, I was angry. My friend didn't understand. She kept treating me like I was escpaing the problem, patronizing me even. That sure as sh*t didn't help me, it just made me even more angry.

I don't want mental illness to be my scapegoat. I am my own bloody scapegoat (baa). But, the fact is, I don't behave like my friend. She is lovely and innocent and perfectly well-adjusted. I'm none of these. I adore her, but in order to make her see, I would have to take her on the grand tour of a world she shouldn't have to see. Everything that makes her who she is would come crashing down on her like it did me. I care about her too much. Her innocent joie de vivre is her shield and I fear what might happen if she saw what I have seen. I need help. I know I need help. Help that many of my friends have told me they wish I didn't need and have tried to aid me without it. But if I never ask for help again, I'll ask now.
Love took me by the hand, Love took me by surprise...
[Mar. 24th, 2004|04:38 pm]
[
mood
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incredibly serene
]
[
music
|
Michelle Branch- "Heaven's Eyes"
]

Saw Rini's collage with pic of Silven. Now I want to do one for me and Tim, but don't have the tools. I only have one picture of the two of us and he's squinting anyway. Have to convince him to take a GOOD picture with me. Will probably use Michelle Branch lyrics. Somebody said I look like her. I guess I do, a tiny bit. Except she's skinny and has better hair. Darn her. All talented and keepin' it real and prettyful.

My friend and I cleared things up. She'd forgotten apparently that I'm a clinical depressive and can't control myself sometimes. I love her like a kid sister, but she's still very naive.**remembers the shade of pink friend turned at the homosexuality reference in French 2** But she's so loveabnle that way. And, no, Tim, we still can't show her, I confirmed that last night.

I think yesterday I got rid of a lot of excess steam and fury. At the moment, I'm at peace with the world. It sucks, it's depressing, there's death everywhere. But, that doesn't bother me. The eye of the storm's gotta come soon. Or maybe it has and the end of the storm is in sight. It's amazing how my whole point of view (point of you) can change so drastically in 24 hours. How I can go from sad and shallow to collected and ponderous in 24 short hours. Suddenly, I love the world and the world tolerates me.
Sorry, Yesterday's song was "Drop in the Ocean"
[Mar. 25th, 2004|04:21 pm]
[
mood
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drained
]
[
music
|
PotC Score
]

YES! I will soon be writing for Chasing Realities. Oh, the steaminess! **feels the room get stuffier, hair begins to curl, pores open** And me, mopping up the drool.

BTW, I know Sweet means well, but if he wants his choir to be completely dedicated, he should try the local ladies pen. At least there they have little else to look forward to. The fact is, no matter how focused the teenaged girl, when you put them in a room with other teenaged girls of COURSE they aren't going to stay on task. And his joking and straying from the subject doesn't help!
Aiya...
[Mar. 26th, 2004|04:20 pm]
[
mood
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crappy
]
[
music
|
Michelle Branch-"Goodbye to You"
]

I think I made Heather angry last night. I got home late and was trying to check mail. Then Tim called and Heather IMed, just as mom told me to go to bed. I was a bit terse with Heather, but I was panicking. She seemed upset and then just threw an away message at me.

Now I feel like a bitch.
High Ones, what a day!
[Mar. 27th, 2004|10:07 pm]
[
mood
|
beat
]
[
music
|
Last of the Summer Wine Theme (so purty!)
]

Saw Dad after dance class. Went to Silver Diner and then to the zoo. By the time we arrived, it was closing, but we saw a few animals. Including the cheetah who pointedly ignored EVERYBODY. When we headed home, we got on the blue line instead of the orange and ended up headed towards Springfield instead of Vienna. Had to do a bit of running around to get back.
So many ideas!
[Mar. 30th, 2004|04:47 pm]
[
mood
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artistic
]
[
music
|
Vanessa Carlton
]

I saw a short film yesterday called The Gamers. V. amusing look into the lives and minds of Roleplayers with a nifty ending. Sadly, there were no girl gamers. That got me thinking...

Okay, seeing as I'm e-mailing this to other people too, I'll cut to the chase. I'm writing a script for a VERY LOW BUDGET film or radio play about chick gamers. There are about eight parts that need to be filled. Yes, there is room for guys. In fact, lots of room. But the "players" will play both their mundane faces and their pcs.

Parts:
Chrissy- Plays Alissandra the White, a paladin. A die-hard Hack-n-Slasher who isn't all that bright. Ends up crushing on...
Daniel- Plays Michael Ironfist, a fighter. The newest member and the ONLY testosterone in the room. Chrissy makes him slightly uncomfortable. But not as much as...
Brittany- Plays Morganel Starflower, a mage. Brittany is a feminist and has trouble dealing with a male in her path. But he'll grow on her. Kid sister of...
Beth- Plays Jewel the Light-fingered, a thief. Beth accepts Daniel and is trying to rein in both her sister and...
?(forgot her name, is written down at home)- Plays Corin Thunderpaw, a ranger/shaman. The only multiclasser and a real nut. She's a veteran gamer, having played since she was eight, and is the memory of the whole gang. She feels less respect and more indulgence towards...
Josie- the long-suffering Gamemistress. Josie has worked with the girls for months and now feels she can trust herself bringing a new player in. Now, she has to keep everyone sane and calm as well as ice down Chrissy's pants.

Comment if y'all are interested
[Mar. 30th, 2004|08:14 pm]
Missing name: Emma

Missing Part: Amber/Sheiva of Laughingcat, a bard and a wiseacre player
Grrrrgh argh grumble, darn muses...
[Mar. 31st, 2004|04:08 pm]
[
mood
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stick a fork in me I'm done
]
[
music
|
"Sunrise"-Norah Jones
]

My muses are making noises at me again. For more RPGs. These guys have serious ADHD. Will consider the concept before I put it up and decide from there.

Oi...

Only 1 more day before Spring Break. I love living near a major highway. Means they kick us out early on major holidays. Hoody hoo!
[Mar. 31st, 2004|04:17 pm]

You are a sabre fencer.

Sabre is a weapon of explosiveness and brawn. You are almost always on the offense. You can score touches by thrusting or cutting.

What Kind of Fencer Are You?

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
[Apr. 3rd, 2004|11:12 am]
[
mood
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artistic
]
[
music
|
Butterfly
]

The muses are being good as gold now! I may actually finish the first bit of Full Circle! Oh, joyous day! I will post an update on the State of the Fic tonight!
Memories that Haunt
[Apr. 3rd, 2004|11:51 pm]
[
mood
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accomplished
]
[
music
|
Red Dwarf
]

(Author's Note- Yes, I KNOW Billy and Trini were never an official item. I know Trini never got pregnant. I KNOW they didn't leave Earth together. It's my fanfic and my universe. No one said I couldn't tweak things to work best into a storyline. I've also twiddled the timeline a bit to accomidate the original character being introduced. I figure Tommy is younger than he lets on. Oh, and the Cuteness quote is courtesy of my best, if biased, reviewer, my Mama.)
Dr. Tommy Oliver stared down at the picture. There was something uncanny in the faces of the three young people that grinned back. There was nothing on their faces to suggest anything other than complete normalcy. It was taken eight months after they'd found out. Eight months after graduation. The pretty, willowy, girl with her angel's face and long black hair. The two rambunctious boys who were barely ready for the coming storm. They were too young for the responsibility. But, they knew what they wanted. She wanted to keep the baby.
He'd remembered the look on the father's face. That odd, nervous grin that was so happy and so afraid at once. Tommy wondered what his own face had looked like. He'd been asked to be the godfather. He vaguely recalled a sensation of dizziness. He was 18, he'd protested weakly. If anything happened, he'd be unable to defend the child. But the little yellow faced girl won his heart after his months of protest. All she had to do was crinkle her forehead and yawn.
"I told you, Tommy," Her mother had said, holding the baby, "Cuteness is a survival skill." He didn't answer. He stood there, awed by the power of a premature, bald, infant.
But, even a sweet face couldn't stop the fact that they couldn't take care of her. When they'd left Earth -- for what reason and where was unknown -- they'd put the little girl in a group home. With Tommy's name as the contact.
"Promise me one thing, Tommy." That last voice rang in his ears. "Never let her get the chance to lose her youth on the same thing we did. Don't let her have kids until she has a degree and don't let her... Well, you know."
Oh, he knew. He was doing it again anyway, along three of his brightest students. They were the ones wasting their teenaged years now, saving the world. He could make someone else's kids be heroes. But, he couldn't let his goddaughter so much as know. It helped that he hadn't seen her in years. Hell, he didn't even know where she was. He wished he did.
Dr. Oliver sat there in the cafe, the picture in his hand, his eyes focused on a distant thought. How old was she? She'd been born in September, it was March... 15, she was 15 years old. Old enough to be hell on wheels, but young enough to be unsteady on her feet. He couldn't even remember her name. Taylor? Amber? Something like that. His own goddaughter and he couldn't remember her name. He was ashamed of himself.

Conner, Ethan and Kira were sitting around one of the cafe tables, attempting to study. Dr. Oliver wasn't joining them that afternoon. Conner kept looking over his shoulder at the science teacher. He had been sitting alone on a couch with a beat-up photo of himself with two other people. He was depressed, it seemed.
"Conner, chill out already," Ethan said, "If Dr. O wants to be by himself, let him."
"Sorry," Conner mumbled, "he just looks so..."
"Depressed?" finished Kira, "It's not really our business, unless he lets us know what it is."
"Yeah, but--!" Conner began.
"Excuse me." Kira looked up. A young girl stood there, with a scrap of paper in her hands. She seemed lost and the dark brown ringlets hanging in her eyes gave her the appearance of some lost urchin. What caught Kira off guard, was the color of the girl's eyes. They were pale phosphorescent green, with just a hint of blue. "I've been all over town," said the girl, "and I was told I could find Dr. Oliver here. Do you happen to know him?" Her voice was a rich high alto, that had the potential to be strong and commanding. At that moment, it was soft and shy.
"Sure," Kira said, "He's over there." She smiled at the girl to try and make her relax. She did, briefly, before tensing again.
"Thank you," the girl whispered. She clutched the paper tighter in her hands and approached the couch carefully.
"Who's she?" asked Ethan. Kira and Connor shrugged.

"Dr. Oliver?"
For the first time in an hour, Tommy pried his eyes from the photograph. There was a young woman standing in front of him. She was old enough be one of his students, but her eyes were older. She wore a battered green shirt and a khaki skirt that, either by design or accident, were too big and made her appear smaller and younger than she must have been. Her curly, dark hair was escaping its knot, forming soft, frantic ringlets around her face and in her incredibly green eyes. The afternoon sunshine touched her freckled cheek, accentuating the roundness of her face. She was 19, he guessed. Or a very well-developed 14. A very scared, well-developed, 14. She glanced about nervously as she spoke. "Am I right? You're Dr. Oliver?" She was clearly worried she had the wrong person.
"Right," He said, "Can I help you?"
"Something like that," said the girl, "At least, that's what I was told at the group home."
Tommy sat up straight. Group home? Was it possible? "What did you say?" His question caused the girl to go rigid where she stood.
"I'm -- I-- I'm sorry!" She began to back away.
"No, wait!" He stopped her, "I didn't mean it that way. What'd they tell you?" He gestured to a seat behind her.
"They said you were my contact about my family," the girl said as she sat down, "It said you're my godfather. Here!" She unfolded a crumpled paper and handed it to him. "A copy of my birth certificate," She explained sheepishly, "Maybe, it'll ring a few bells."
The paper he now held was for a baby girl, 6 lbs. exactly, her length obscured by a careless stain. Her name was Kyler Verity Sakura. Her parents were -- . Tommy looked up at the girl. He remembered now. The face had barely changed. It gained definition where it had been flat, become freckled and taken a rosier tone. But it was still rounded, with a high innocent forehead, pointed chin, and the same eyes as her father. Kyler. That was her name. She looked frightened again. Her hand shot to her neck. "Kyler" drew from her shirt a silver rope chain. An amber shamrock dangled from it. It was Kyler.
"Kyler?" Tommy asked.
She smiled at him. Her smile radiated joy and relief. Tommy felt like he was doing the same.
A new kind of Vampire Movie, recruiting for RPGs...
[Apr. 6th, 2004|02:50 pm]
[
mood
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calm
]
[
music
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"The Memory of Trees"- Enya
]

Okay!
Item #1: I will post a segment of Duskfire, my vampire movie, up for perusal and critique this evening. Please note that this is not for tender eyes or anybody under, oh, say, 17, so careful who's around.

Item #2: I am recruiting for two RPGs of mine. One is already up, the other I will not make a group for until I know I can fill at least one team.

1. Checkmate: Queen's Gambit- 4 games in one, each connected by the same premise. 6 teams, based on chess pieces, are fighting to save their world from the fate of Atlantis. Game of Kings is set in a high fantasy world, Game of Champions in a steampunk world (think LXG/Van Helsing/Jules Verne), Game of Balance is in Modern times, and Game of Ages in the future.

2. Crystal Trinity- A Sailor Moon story taking place after Neo-Queen Serenity steps down. Five teams to choose from, Hordes of villan slots. Rather Girly Fluff, Diabetics be Warned.

Anyone interested, contact me. Please people! I'm desperate!Portion of "Duskfire"
[Apr. 6th, 2004|07:41 pm]
[
mood
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creative
]
[
music
|
Evanescence- "Hello"
]

FLASH TO:
AFTERNOON, ELLA’S DINER, INT.

(A young woman sits alone at a table. She throws down a stained apron and removes her nametag. The tag reads: “KATRINKA”. Her bracelet reads: “TRINKET”. She looks like one, too. Strokeable blond hair, somewhat vacant blue eyes, rosy skin and barely enough meat on her tiny frame to cushion her if she fell. But something in her manner and the set of her jaw speak of a titanium will and a rapier wit. We see MICHAEL approach her and drop the book on the table in front of her. She eyes it, pulls her apron out from under it, and looks up at MICHAEL.)
KATRINKA:
(annoyed)
Whatever it is, you’re the one cops pay to figure this stuff out.

MICHAEL:
(sits)
And you’re the one who bitches about knowing these things and not being able to do a damn thing. So, here’s your chance.

KATRINKA:
How kind of you.

MICHAEL:
What are big brothers for?

KATRINKA:
(opens the book, trying to read it)
What’s your analysis?

MICHAEL:
The Black Arts, or a Hollywood ripoff thereof.

KATRINKA:
Hollywood. I don’t even recognize the script. Looks like pictograms, though.

MICHAEL:
Chinese?

KATRINKA:
Not stylized enough. And the diagrams look vaguely like they were ripped straight from the Necronomicon, the Emerald Tablet, and other texts I can’t name.

MICHAEL:
Can’t or won’t, Trinket?

KATRINKA:
Can’t. I don’t remember them and good luck finding them at the library.
(stops on a page)
Hello! What do we have here?

MICHAEL:
What?

KATRINKA:
Take a look at this!
(swings the book around for him)

(CLOSE UP of the pages. The righthand page is full of dark red pictograms, a few written in dark blue. It’s also been carefully illuminated with fading gilt, nearly rubbed away by centuries of faithful caresses. The lefthand page displays a diagram of a large disk displaying a bird, wings spread, against a sun. More pictograms scroll around it in dark red, and suddenly end in four purple pictograms.)

KATRINKA:
(cont.)
Where have we seen that before?

FLASH TO:
MICHAEL’S NIGHTMARE #1.
(Trees loom around and a circle of young people in golden robes move in a haunting circle dance, chanting. The vision goes red. FLASH back to the DINER.)

KATRINKA:
(concerned)
Mikey? Are you feeling okay? You look...spacey.

MICHAEL:
(shaken but steady voiced)
I’m fine. I just let my mind wander for a second.

KATRINKA:
You’re not exactly in a job that allows for that, you know. Even, if all you are officially is a writer. Speaking of which, how’s your history of the Golden Dawn coming?

MICHAEL:
Pitifully. None of my contacts will say “boo” to me anymore after the Rosicrucian fiasco.

(Over KATRINKA’s shoulder, we see a dark, handsome, man sitting at the counter. He is in his early to mid 40s and small boned. A gold hoop earring glitters in the ear turned to us. He eyes MICHAEL in fascination, like an astronomer staring at a new star. He twists a silver ring set with a blue stone on his index finger and signals for the check.)

MICHAEL:
Listen, Trinket, I’d love to stick around, but I should get home and get this started. I’ll pick up groceries on my way.
(rises to leave, pecks his sister on the forehead)

KATRINKA:
Stay safe, Mikey. Ciao.

(As MICHAEL leaves, he sees a folded paper napkin on the floor and the retreating back of our friend from the counter. He picks it up and attempts to follow the man. But the moment he steps out the door, the man is gone. He looks around for a car leaving, a silhouette walking away. There is nothing to indicate that he existed. MICHAEL looks down at the napkin and finds it has “MICHAEL MACALLISTER” written in hasty cursive across it. He opens it, to find a phone number--571-555-1313 the words “see me if you get stuck”.)

CLOSE UP:
MICHAEL’S HAND
(He shoves the napkin into his pocket. Then, he walks away quickly.)
My muses are evil.
[Apr. 7th, 2004|01:34 am]
[
mood
|
frustrated
]
[
music
|
Alysya's voice
]

All right then here's a better section.

FLASH TO:
SLEEPING PORCH, INT.

(MICHAEL sits on an overstuffed sofa as ROMAN moves about clearing up a bit. The book sits on MICHAEL’S lap. The cat has entered and is curling around his feet, quite pleased with herself and this new human. POLLY, a tall, dark, girl in an orange and yellow sundress, carries a tray with two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea. She sets the tray on the table and starts to leave.)

ROMAN:
Go get a glass for yourself, Polly. You’re included in this.

POLLY:
(quietly delighted)
Yes, sir.

ROMAN:
(as she leaves)
My niece and apprentice, Polly. She lives here when school’s out.

MICHAEL:
She looks about my sister’s age. How old is she?

ROMAN:
18 on the 21st. If she lives that long, it’ll be a miracle. Now, let’s see this little troublemaker.
(MICHAEL places the book on the table and opens it)

ROMAN:
(cont., whistles)
Well, well, well. The past comes back to haunt us all.

MICHAEL:
What?

ROMAN:
(oblivious)
Yes, yes, now it’s all clear. Roman, you clever bastard, they can’t see over their own noses.

MICHAEL:
What’s clear?

POLLY:
(off-camera)
No use talking to him when he’s in the zone.

(MICHAEL turns and sees POLLY in the door with a empty glass in her hand. We see her now in all her exotic splendor. The way the sunlight hits her should make her glow. She should seem like some dark goddess, rich and strange.)

POLLY:
(cont.)
He’ll be back to his usual sociable self in a moment or two.
(sits)

MICHAEL:
I take it, this is hardly a rare occurence.

POLLY:
He’s a fortune teller. When he sees something that needs attention, he pays it double. He’s been trying to teach me all about concentration and knowing the paths into a person’s mind that show you fate and memories. I guess I just fidget about too much to be good at it.

ROMAN:
(looks up)
Don’t let her sell herself short! She just needs a little mental discipline. Nothing a martial art or yoga wouldn’t clear up!

POLLY:
You make it sound as simple as acne.

ROMAN:
Child’s play, I can assure you.
(looks back down)
Well, now isn’t this interesting. Polly, tell me what you know about vampires.

POLLY:
Which ones?

ROMAN:
The real ones.

MICHAEL:
Whoa, hold it! Vampires? Real vampires? I’m sorry, I was under the impression you could give me some actual help!

ROMAN:
We can. If you’re open-minded enough to sit still through a stern jester’s ravings and see the blood-eyed lady.

MICHAEL:
What?

POLLY:
Uncle Roman, is this the time to get all dramatic and esoteric on people?

ROMAN:
Well, hell, it worked for Blavatsky!

POLLY:
(to MICHAEL)
Mr. MacAllister, please, don’t leave yet. My uncle knows what he’s talking about. So do I.

MICHAEL:
(exasperated)
All right. Nowhere to go but forward.

POLLY:
Well, There are two basic kinds of vampires in this world. There are energy vampires and true vampires. From what I’ve read in the papers, you really aren’t looking for the energy vampires. You have to watch out for the ones who feed on blood.

MICHAEL:
So, what are we looking for? Goths? Dracula look-alikes?

POLLY:
Possibly. But a vampire’s best defense is camouflage. They walk in the shadows people are least likely to look in. Just about anybody could be a vampire. Some people don’t even know their vampires until they lash out at the people the care about.

MICHAEL:
No warning signs at all?

POLLY:
There are warning signs, just not ones that people pick up on. Chronic nightmares or vivid dreams, feelings of deja-vu in destructive or stressful situations, unexplainable hunger pangs at night, cravings for non-edible things like sand, rocks, wood. But, we’re obviously looking for awakened or created vampires. They know what they are and probably enjoy it.

MICHAEL:
Created vampires? What do you mean?

ROMAN:
There’s two ways to become a vampire, to be born one or to be made one. Sometimes it’s a fast process. You drink vast quantities of vampiric blood and take a long, deep, nap. Some people might even mistake you for dead. When you wake up, you crave blood and have
ROMAN:
(cont.)
superhuman abilities. Your body just forgets a bunch of its limitations and keeps going. It even forgets it can die. But it hurts like hell for about 48 hours. But that’s just the fast way.

MICHAEL:
The slow way entails...?

ROMAN:
I’m getting there. Vampiric blood is addictive. If you take a little bit at a time, you get there with less pain and less drastic effects. Except, maybe for the hallucinations, you just gradually get healthier, stronger, faster. Some imbecile I knew even suggested it as a cure for cancer and MS.

MICHAEL:
Wait. You said it causes hallucinations.
(pause)
My god, could it be that bloody simple?

ROMAN:
Even if you arrested every drug dealer on Earth, it wouldn’t solve your case. These are vampires you’re dealing with now, not your run-of-the-mill gangbangers.

MICHAEL:
How can you know for sure? Someone’s got to--Oh. Yes, you’re right.

ROMAN:
I know because my family has been waiting centuries for this. Quietly preparing. We’ve trained every generation for this. I always wondered what we do with ourselves if the prophecy never came true.

MICHAEL:
Now, you’re weirding me out.

ROMAN:
No, not yet I’m not. It’s going to get stranger. Polly, go take out your contacts and come back with the box under your bed.

(POLLY nods and leaves.)

ROMAN:
(cont.)
You see, the Falco family has been tailing a hive of vampires--.

MICHAEL:
Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt, but “hive”?

ROMAN:
Vampires are all interconnected to other vampires related to them by birth or creator. They can see through a connected vampire’s eyes, they call it hive mentality. So, it’s a hive. In any case, we’ve been tailing this particular hive for centuries. It’s one of the only reasons we didn’t stay in Europe. The hive came to the Americas, we followed. And all because some skinny little kid saw the future in his granny’s mirror. He saw that his girlfriend and countless other close to the Falcos would be killed or worse by this hive. Unfortunately, one of the hive members was a very influential man in the church and had the kid run out of town as a heretic. He ran away to Scotland, where the Protestants would hide him for a while and met up with some guy named Alistair, living out in the middle of nowhere. He had another vision, saying that a decendant of Alistair’s would carry a relic that could kill the Hive Lord--the head of the hive--for good. Turns out Alistair was a magician and a silversmith. So he hears this from Falco and makes a special little medal with symbols on it that most vampires consider painful.

MICHAEL:
Holy symbols really can hurt vampires?

ROMAN:
If a person considers something sacred, they can use it to cause the vampire pain or at least hold him at bay temporarily. If a devout Catholic garotted one with a rosary, it might even kill the bastard. In this case, he used a phoenix against the sun and an equal-armed cross.

(MICHAEL takes out his pendant, never looking away from ROMAN.)

ROMAN:
(cont.)
That’s right. WE’ve been waiting for you, Michael MacAllister. You are the descendant of Alistair. You are the one we’ve waited for.

POLLY:
(off-camera)
Uncle Roman?

(We see POLLY in the door, holding a long box. Her eyes are now a brilliant shade of red.)
Emotions are confusing
[Apr. 7th, 2004|01:02 pm]
[
mood
|
indescribable
]
[
music
|
"Life Goes On"- LeAnn Rimes
]

I'm not sure whether to be happy because I'm going to see Tim tomorrow, or sad, because my friend's mother died suddenly last night.
It's a good thing I look good in flared skirts...
[Apr. 10th, 2004|12:57 pm]
[
mood
|
horny
]
[
music
|
"Du Hast Mich"-Rammstein
]

Okay, I have found really cute outfits that I want to wear. The Gothic Lolita look is so cute (unless of course it's a REAL CHILD, in which case some pervo is asking for a butt-kicking). Unfortunately, the outfits are made in Japan, which means they don't carry my size. Anybody know where I can find some little girl type size 22 patterns? Frills are a must.
Somebody pinch me...
[Apr. 10th, 2004|08:48 pm]
[
mood
|
loved
]
[
music
|
"The Reason"-Hoobastank
]

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would make an announcement. On this day, Friday (Freya's Tag, Norse Goddess of Love), April 10th, 2004, Miss Brenna Milagros Graciella Beattie and Mr. Timothy Allen Palmore became engaged. The date of the wedding will be schedualed for four to five years from now. Vivat!
Sigh...
[Apr. 13th, 2004|05:10 pm]
[
mood
|
crappy
]
[
music
|
Black Eyed Peas- "Where Is The Love?"
]

Lexie has Mono, poor thing. Her parents are so worried, she's not even allowed on the phone. I'm worried, too.

Lysy: tried that free-writing... Bradan could do better. It was illegible, made no frelling sense and made me feel oddly uninspired. If I'd thought about it, I'd have saved it for you. But I deleted it in a fit of disgust. Think I'll stick with my old, albeit unorthodox ways.

And now, for a random arguement with the muses...

Kyler: So, when do I get kidnapped?

Me: Not yet, this is a delicate process.

Kyler: F*** delicate processes. Get me kidnapped!

Me: WHY did I have to make you such a rebel?

Kyler: Because you d*** well felt like it.

Me: And why did you develop this salty-arse vocabulary on your lonesome.

Kyler:...

Me: Go pester your Uncle to give you super powers. There's a pork sandwich waiting for me.

Kyler: **biiiiiida** nyeh!

Backup of twistdfateangel@lj

Tue, 06 Jan 2009 17:42:05 GMT

My very first post!
[Jan. 15th, 2004|02:54 pm]
[
mood
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excited
]
[
music
|
"Enter Sandman" (thanks Rini!)
]

Huzzah, Poobah, and Kookoo-katchoo!! So here I am, with a big scary grin and Fangirl Obsession in tow. Right, Remy?

**Squeaks as he is glomped enthusiastically**

I'm sooooo happy! This makes up for having my US gov't exam today! **cheerfully mutters oaths**

Now all I need is a website, (flattering) pictures of me and my friends and a crate of Vanilla Cola (no brand loyalties here).

Toodles!

Obnoxious Boyfolk
[Jan. 16th, 2004|09:57 am]
[
mood
|
annoyed
]
[
music
|
"Waiting for You"-Seal
]

Have permission to make a brief post: Teenaged boys are the most irritating creatures ever spawned. That is all. Will post later.
SAD, PMS and other ugly acronyms...
[Jan. 16th, 2004|05:36 pm]
[
mood
|
cold
]
[
music
|
"The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything"
]

It's January, it's cold, it gets dark early and I'm PMSing. This is a combination that could be lethal if my stepdad pulls anything at his birthday dinner tonight. At least a skirt isn't required. It's too cold for drafty skirts.
I'm a nerd...
[Jan. 17th, 2004|01:24 pm]
[
mood
|
geeky
]

Just thought you should know. Not much to be said today.
My first rant...woohoo.
[Jan. 17th, 2004|11:15 pm]
[
mood
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irritated
]
[
music
|
siiiilence...
]

My parents think my computer is theirs alone. They need to learn some respect.

So much for a relaxing Monday
[Jan. 19th, 2004|01:12 pm]
[
mood
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worried
]
[
music
|
"Almost Blue"- Gwen Stefani (no idea who sang it originally)
]

My stepdad is getting crabby and probably sicker. He fights with everyone and always looks as though he's going to drop dead at any second. I just don't know how to tell him to slow down. Even if I do tell him to he's not going to listen.

I hate life right now.
Noooo!
[Jan. 20th, 2004|07:50 pm]
[
mood
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drained
]
[
music
|
Strong Bad Techno
]

The long weekend is over! And thus, unless some great miracle occurs, I shall be sent back to a new semester of academic imprisonment, and long hours with no pay.

Wait...they never paid me.

Oops!
Hack, cough, wheeze...
[Jan. 21st, 2004|04:41 pm]
[
mood
|
sick
]
[
music
|
"Bring Me To Life"-Evanescence
]

Oi...
I'm so sick. I was kept up all night by my own coughing and I'm getting sick and tired of being sick and tired. I need some cough syrup.
Thoughts of Unending Green
[Jan. 22nd, 2004|12:00 pm]
[
mood
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contemplative
]
[
music
|
silence
]

Sometimes, especially now, I find myself lost in thoughts of death and rebirth. It's January the second month of true, full, winter. Yet there is no snow. No cold to keep the earth frozen and sleepy, just bare, drooping listlessness. Did it snow in Eden?

More later...
To continue
[Jan. 23rd, 2004|09:39 pm]
[
mood
|
contemplative
]
[
music
|
Ken's TV show (JAG or something military)
]

I have gotten even worse and this have left me much time to think.

To continue, Eden is supposed to be paradise. Many people see paradise as eternal summer (perhaps hearkening back to the ancient Pagan Summerlands--interesting anthropological study). But I find it hard to believe that paradise can only represent one season. After all, constant summer would get boring and that's far from Utopian. Did the leaves change in autumn? Did delicate snowflakes tumble like jewels from the sky? And rain showers! What was a rainstorm like in Eden? Maybe like one of those refreshing spring showers that makes everything bring and clean again?

Then, there's the matter of the apple. I've been reading a bit of Pre-Victorian Feminist Poetry called "Eve's Apology in Defense of Women". Basically it's saying that, yes, Eve fucked up royally. But so did Adam by eating his piece. Eve claims naivete as her fault and reason for her crime, but does remind Adam that, even with blissful innocence, he had been there longer and had a bit more wisdom. Or something like that. The meds fuzz it up. It made perfect sense when I read it.

I'm not abandoning the faith I was raised in. Far from it, I'm trying to learn my way in it and understand it. I realize that Christianity has gotten more tangled than a two-year-old's yo-yo in the paws of a rather rambunctious kitten. So I want to see it clearly instead of with the blindness that many do.

If a person doesn't examine their faith-- or lack of--, how do they know themselves?
The peasants are revolting...and they want to overthrow the king.
[Jan. 24th, 2004|10:39 pm]
[
mood
|
artsy fag and ill
]
[
music
|
Headbanger's Ball on MTV2
]

The adults in the house are being crabby and bossy. I'm too sick to be anything but unliveably crabby. I am having SERIOUS caffeine withdrawal, but being sick I can't indulge my addiction. This after I saved my quarters to buy a 20 oz of Vanilla Cola at school, where it's dirt cheap.

I hope I don't have to stay home anymore. I don't want to take finals.

There! I'm done with my obligatory bitching...

Nyquil must have wormwood in it. It's absinthe green and I've had vast amonts of inspiration today. One thought was for a Reality Game show with teenaged girls at a "haunted" boarding school divided into "Secret Societies". It promises to be very cutthroat should it ever get off the ground. I have heaps of notes that I will not post for fear the demons of Idea filching will steal them away before I can get it copyrighted and wave it under network executive noses.

The other was a name and concept for a superheroine. The name is "Psiren", because she is both psychic and a musician. Not much other than that in mind. But it is promising.

[Jan. 25th, 2004|09:30 pm]
[
mood
|
sad
]

It seems people are already upset about my Reality Show Idea. Look, first and foremost, it's the person's own choice to do this crap and if they want to leave, they can leave. No one's forcing them to stay on. Second, if I'd known people would have pounced on me about it, I wouldn't have said anything. I ask for critique, not angry notes. I realize that Reality Shows are damaging to mental health. But that hasn't stopped an All-Star Survivor or Real World/Road Rules Challenge. If it's that bad, then it won't go anywhere and people can sue me for shrink money. It was an idea, and I doubt it will even get off the ground.

No school. So why do I feel like crap?
[Jan. 26th, 2004|07:02 am]
[
mood
|
depressed
]
[
music
|
"God is a DJ"-Pink (That song is really catchy)
]

Okay, now I feel awful. Read Chishio's log and, while she didn't say it, I feel like I made her feel rotten. The truth is, I adore Chishio. Yes, she's opinionated and blunt, but she isn't mean. And, yes, what she says to me sometimes, hurts. What she doesn't say, hurts. But never on purpose. I'm an emotional masochist, I suppose. I latch onto people I know love me and only want me to do what's right. But it's a love that cuts.

And now I feel awful just for writing this, even though it has to be said.

I guess on the up side of things, this quiz thing said I've got faery wings.

You are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty,
laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all
about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy
with your life of purity and play. Life's a
game and it's a good one. In your eyes there's
no way to lose! You can be very mischeivous and
have been known to cause trouble, but it's all
in the name of fun and not meant to really harm
anyone. You like to play tricks on people who
aren't quite as bright or clever as you - which
is almost everyone. Nature is the setting you
prefer to be in - Always. Barefoot and wild you
can't be tamed. You're probably a restless
spirit who loves to travel, and quite a
dreamer. Your creativity is astounding and your
art (of whatever media - from writing to
painting to drama) is like something from
another world - ethereal and often very
fantasy-oriented. You can either be a social
butterfly or a loner with their head in the
clouds - but rarely inbetween. You stubbornly
refuse to accept responsibility or to give in
to the wishes of others - unless you feel like
it. You have a strong passion for music and
can't imagine life without it. You'll grow up
someday, but you'll always be a child at heart.
You are adventurous and love to take risks, and
feel a deep connection with the weather,
plants, and animals. You prefer sunshine to
thunder or snow, the warmth of summer to
autumn's chill, and quiet forests to suburban
backyards. Magic through and through, you are
far more powerful than you seem, and are
capable of being extremely passionate. Though
you can be childish, naive, stubborn, and self-
absorbed, one thing is certain - life with you
will never be boring!

*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla

[Jan. 27th, 2004|02:44 pm]
[
mood
|
grumpy
]
[
music
|
"My Immortal"-Evanescence
]

Well, the doctor says it's bronchitis and the coughsyrup he gave me tastes like shoe polish smells. It apparently has codein in it. Whee. I also slipped and fell down the stairs with an armload of laundry. Not only am I bruised like a prize fighter, but I'm in an evil mood. I feel like torturing some poor defenseless snowmen.

[Jan. 29th, 2004|12:03 pm]
Lately, AOL is a pain. Will try again after school today.

**insanely evil laughter**
[Feb. 2nd, 2004|05:47 pm]
[
mood
|
the phoenix has risen from ash
]
[
music
|
Evanescence- "Bring Me to Life" (a fitting song, I think)
]

HA! Take that, AOL! Have at you! I have successfully returned, my friends! I'm also well enough to RETURN TO DANCE CLASS! HUZZAH!
So much to be done, not enough time or energy...
[Feb. 3rd, 2004|08:36 pm]
[
mood
|
exhausted
]
[
music
|
"One thing"-fingereleven
]

Pros: Antibiotics are effective, should be done sniffling soon. can write in my LJ again, have a chance at repairing serious damage while in richmond, am dancing again.

Cons: have little time to complete the survey chishio asked me to, little energy left, fasting has me craving a vanilla cola, damage is both less and more serious than expected, am losing what's left of my grip on sanity
I feel awful and so much better all at once...
[Feb. 4th, 2004|04:28 pm]
[
mood
|
guilty
]
[
music
|
Track 11-Evanescence (Can't remember title)
]

I WAS fasting and dieting all at once, little meat, little to no processed sugar. Then Mom's friend Karen brought us a two-liter of Cola. Then I found the 20-oz of Vanilla Cola I've been saving in my locker at school for Mardi Gras. I'm going to continue to save the 20-oz, but I think I can be safe with the two liter. Larry will probably get several mason jars of the stuff into him throughout the day, meaning there might be a shot glass full I can indulge in. I'll be able to resist during Lent, because Mama will be fasting and we lean on each other every year.

It's days like these I wish I had no taste buds. That or Caffein was non-addictive. Oh well, perhaps I can make Virgin Suicides (Jello shooters made out of various caffinated drinks and plain gelatin) when Lent is over. Which should give me plenty of time to track down plain gelatin mix. All I can find is the flavored, colored, sugary type.
Well, that cheered me up!
[Feb. 4th, 2004|04:47 pm]
[
mood
|
Getting better
]

you are A Faerie

Which Stephane Lord Photograph are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
At least I wasn't Mists of Avalon Gwenhwyfar
[Feb. 5th, 2004|04:25 pm]

You're King Arthur. All you want to do is make everyone happy, even if it means

sacrificing something of your own. In fact, I don't think you think of

yourself as much as you think of the welfare of other people. You're a very kind-

hearted individual, but remember to stand up for what YOU want sometimes...

You don't want to be a walking doormat!

Which Mists of Avalon Character are YOU?

by anowyn.

Still, I was hoping I resembled Morgaine somehow.

My darkest fear and worst nemesis...
[Feb. 5th, 2004|04:35 pm]
[
mood
|
scared
]
[
music
|
"Tourniquet"- Evanescence
]

Lately, I have found myself deep in contemplation of the events of two previous DarkoverCons. A married man who has known me since childhood has begun to "take a shine" to me as it were. He has made two very inappropriate advances to me. I hate to raise a fuss, but I have to tell my friends this. They need to know.

Two years ago, I was a fresh faced 15 year old. It was another year in the RV and I was coming down the hall, coming in from the parking lot. I remember the chill on my skin still. I was wearing all green, I think. My friend Heather was with me, chowing down on leftover chow mein. Paul (the fellow in question) stops me and asks if my mother has come with me that year. He's a bear of a man, who stammers a little bit and always seems nervous. The question confuses me, but I say yes. Of course she's here with me, I think to myself, I'm only 15.
He grabs me, knocking Heather's chow mein to the floor. "Too bad," he whispers. My stomach is turning, writing this down. He then licks my ear. I'm horrifyed. He is very strong so I can't pull away, and Heather is distracted by the spill. He lets go, realizing that he caused it and leaves. I help her pick up the ruined food and go to find Mother.
I explain the problem to her and she immediatly goes to find Paul's wife. I spend the rest of the con in utter terror. My heart races every time I see him. He apologizes, but I won't feel safe yet.
Fast forward a year. New con, I'm older now. For the entire con, he behaves himself. I begin to relax. But Sunday comes. Paul approaches me for my e-mail address. At first, I don't understand what he means. So I let him know that he'll have to ask Mother. Then he approaches as we are packing and kisses my hand hold it for an unnecessary length of time and says "As you wish." He knows I'm familiar with the Princess Bride. I walk away unsure of what has happened, only knowing I nodded to him. Later, my mother informs him that I don't have an email address yet. A lie that saved my life and virtue.
Library is closing, more later, if I can.

These horrific mood swings have to stop
[Feb. 6th, 2004|11:17 am]
[
mood
|
cheerful
]
[
music
|
"Fell in Love with a Boy" then "Sunrise"
]

I'm so much happier, now that school was called off for the day. I also cheered up a great deal after reading the VSDLOTR. The portrayal of Arwen is so oblivious and Legolas' diary was immensly amusing (Although I find it hard to visualize Orlando Bloom, who reads deep poetry and is quite sweet, as being a vain little moron). Will probably spend day catching up on sadly neglected writing and testing new hair crud to see if I can get it straight and well behaived.

This is embarrasing...
[Feb. 7th, 2004|04:56 pm]
[
mood
|
blah
]
[
music
|
"China Roses"- Enya
]

I forgot Cynthia was home today. I saw the door open when I got out of the shower and heard someone in the house. So I ran next door and called the cops. Once everything got sorted out, the Police were pretty cool about it. They said no harm was done and that it was better I called than get killed. And the cop was "fine", too.

Oh, and Alysya, If you think Tampons are good, try Monistat insert things. *shudder* Oh the inhumanity.

Abstaining from caffeine then having half a 20 oz of Cola is a dumb thing. I'm Hyper now.

Told Mom I wanted to join Amtgard. She turned it into an arguement about grades. I love her, but *wince* it seems like everything now revolves around my grades. I hear about it enough at school, I don't need parents breathing down my neck. No matter how much of a slacker they think I am.

Ken will find a reason to argue with the Second Coming. Today it was about packing feast gear. Grrr...
Dead Man Walking
[Feb. 8th, 2004|07:29 pm]
[
mood
|
enraged
]
[
music
|
"I Believe In A Thing Called Love"- The Darkness
]

Oh, Ken is so dead! He left the door open on purpose to scare me! He was trying to teach me a lesson about locking the door. That is simply INEXCUSABLE! I want to hit him SO bad! He makes me want to scream!
*Grunt*
[Feb. 9th, 2004|05:37 pm]
[
mood
|
grumpy
]
[
music
|
"One Thing"-FingerEleven
]

Ken's trying to make nice with chocolate cake. I'm still annoyed, but I accept his offering of a piece of chocolate cake, to be consumed after dance class.
As if I wasn't depressed enough...
[Feb. 10th, 2004|04:08 pm]
[
mood
|
gloomy
]
[
music
|
"Starry-Eyed Surprise"- Paul Oldsfield
]

Today was Leadership and Ethics Day for Park View. We Got fed a light but rather good breakfast and a hefty but simple and delicious lunch at Lansdowne Xerox Center. All this lulled us into a false sense of security.
First, My group watched a video about a college student who had decided not to report the fact that his friend raped and murdered a little girl in Las Vegas. What really burnt my toast was the fact that the little jack@$$ showed NO remorse what so ever and had not even offered an apology to the child's mother.
Next, we were all jurors in a mock trial. The defendant was a young girl who barely knew how to drive, who had driven a drunk friend and the friend's car home from a party and crashed into a tree. We decided that, since we hadn't been given an autopsy report, the girl could have died already in the car from alcohol poisoning and so ruled her not guilty. Note: the defendant was played by the wonderful Amy Shields, a classmate of mine who made the role VERY believable.
Finally, just when I'd begun to cheer up, we had to decide which out of five very worthy people got a heart transplant. Oh, joy. I felt like crying, even if it was fake.

On the up side, I got to miss Government without any repercussions. Go Leadership Loudoun! Spent the rest of the afternoon writing.
Now we are 6...
[Feb. 10th, 2004|04:53 pm]
[
mood
|
feeling a lot better
]
[
music
|
"Steal My Sunshine"- Len
]

My inner child is six years old!

Look what I can do! I can walk, I can run, I can
read! I like to do stuff, and there's a whole
big world out there to do it in. Just so long
as I can take my blankie and my Mommy and my
three best friends with me, of course.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla

Chocolate Chip Muffins to anybody who can tell me where I got the title of this post and who fist wrote it!
Emotional Rollercoaster
[Feb. 11th, 2004|10:27 pm]
[
mood
|
anxious
]
[
music
|
"At Last"- the Stevie Nicks version
]

First, I found out a student over at our rival school Potomac Falls died. No name, no cause of death, nothing, because they don't want to worry us. This makes it worse, because about half our student body from last year got shipped there and I, for one, was worried it was my friend Ellie. Then found out Friday, we don't have school. Felt better. Then remembered Ellie might be dead. Worried myself frantic. Finally called PFHS. Someone in the office informed me that no, it wasn't Ellie. My condolences to the girl's family. But THANK GOD ELLIE'S OKAY!

I feel for the family of the student. But I know she's in a happier place where she can watch them. I'm also elated that Ellie's ok. But I feel bad about being so happy. Damn Empathic Depressive Shields being in @#$%ing shambles!
Oh god, I'm rotten...
[Feb. 15th, 2004|10:34 pm]
[
mood
|
crappy
]
[
music
|
History Channel Docco on Hellenistic Homosexuality
]

I've fallen off my diet HARD. Alysya is horribly ill and on awful meds and I didn't know and wish I could be there with her. My psi-self is totally fucked.

In short, I feel like sh!t.
AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
[Feb. 16th, 2004|05:20 pm]
[
mood
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confused
]
[
music
|
"Bring Me to Life"- Evanescence
]

I don't get it. My stepdad doesn't seem to understand that I DON'T LIKE SURPRISES! Even the good ones. I want to know what the hell is going on before it happens. He came down stairs and said he had a chore for me that would take 45 mins, "not long" according to him. In my mind, that's a long time. Then he tells me he's giving me 45 mins extra online. WTF? My head hurts now.
Going from bad to worse...
[Feb. 17th, 2004|04:05 pm]
[
mood
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anxious
]
[
music
|
Nothing, I'm at the library
]

Tim, I hope I left it at your house. Or at home. I've lost a manuscript. Six months of work, gone. Went by the title "Ghostdancer". It was going to be published this summer to be sold at Darkover, the money to go to my College education. And now it's gone. Oh, shit.
I have a hardcopy of what's left. But it will take days to put it on disk again. Things are looking bleak.
Now, I'm just pissed off...
[Feb. 17th, 2004|04:16 pm]
Okay, I suppose I'm not really moping about my manuscript. I did, after all, have a blindingly rare moment of brilliance and print it. I think I got to a decent stopping point, too. Chapter 4, I think. I think half of this is PMS and the other is the fact that I need to see a shrink and find out what to do about my awful mood swings. If I have to go on synthetic euphoria, so be it. Maybe I'll be stinkin' stable for once. If not, then I hope there's a solution.

I know what might cheer me up temporarily! A graphic for my LJ! But I need something happy and original and purty... Hmmmm... Not much of an artist... Perhaps I could bum something off Alex or Monica...
Still at the library, stalling before I go home
[Feb. 17th, 2004|04:36 pm]
[
mood
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better, i think
]

find your element
at mutedfaith.com.

Now THIS one worries me.

Find your Role-Playing
Stereotype at mutedfaith.com.

Am I just a jinx?
[Feb. 17th, 2004|08:19 pm]
Why is it, everytime I turn around, another bunch of friends are in the middle of some secret war. First, it's Matt, Becky, and Heather. This is bad, since they will all be invited to graduation. Then it was Lysy and Mike (with me shoved in for attempt at diplomacy and waffling action). Now Chris (my Gambit-papa) is stuck in something and I don't want to shove in, but I want to help.

I swear I'm a walking jinx.
And people wonder why I have no faith in father figures
[Feb. 18th, 2004|07:12 pm]
[
mood
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drained
]
[
music
|
"Sun Doesn't Rise"- Mushroomhead
]

He walked out. The son of a bitch walked out. Ken took his meds and walked out. Damn him, damn him, damn him.

He wants me to treat him like a father. Then he'd better fucking well act like it.
The simple things that make me smile...
[Feb. 19th, 2004|04:18 pm]
[
mood
|
trying to feel better
]
[
music
|
"Life Goes On"-Leann Rimes (Yeah, not my usual fare)
]

Decided to cheer myself up with a list of simple pleasures, as in those little sensations or objects that cheer me up everytime.

--smell of line dried sheets
--wearing comfy sandals
--the texture of real habutai silk
--blue skies and sunshowers
--cold orange slices on a hot day
--the smell of jasmine
--friends laughing together over something harmless
--a good loud scream after a hard day
--the sound of the ocean
--wildflowers
--denim
--the smell of Tim's hair
--lying on my back in the grass, watching the sky
--openminded, philosophical, conversation
--spring rainstorms
--running around in the rain in shirt sleeves
--old, ivory lace
--Oma's perfume
--Opa's voice
--magnolia trees in bloom
--fresh cookies
--sweet tea
--cherry blossoms
--classic rock
--vanilla ice cream
--vanilla cola
--roses in the rain
--the night sky
--a cool breeze through an open window on a hot day
--a good book on a brisk day
--apples
--blackberries right off the bush
--honey sticks
--the tickle of a horse's nose
--trampolines
--pork
--soccer balls
--shaved ice on a hot day
--putting my bare feet in a cool wading pool in summer
I have nothing left to feel
[Feb. 20th, 2004|04:00 pm]
[
mood
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numb
]
[
music
|
"Wanted"- Evanescence
]

Mama can't stop crying. He's gone. I've lost the little faith I'd gained in him. He's not coming home tonight. Maybe not even to my graduation. How can he do this to her? She needs him right now. He needs her.

I've just about given up praying. I'm lost in a mirror world. Everything feels backwards. He still loves her, doesn't he? Does he?

The lump in my throat won't go away. The sky outside is a beautiful blue, the weather is mild and warm, and the sun is shining like a baby's smile. Why am I not enjoying it?

He called last night. Left a message. He said, it was none of my business. He's right. He's wrong. It wasn't my business before. But, it is now. He can't wish that away.

I hate myself.

[Feb. 20th, 2004|10:43 pm]
[
mood
|
relieved
]

He's home

[Feb. 21st, 2004|11:11 pm]
[
mood
|
blah
]

nothing much happening
I can't deny the things that I do
[Feb. 22nd, 2004|07:02 pm]
[
mood
|
giddy
]
[
music
|
"Waiting for You"- Seal
]

Ok... I'm for once at a loss for clever names. Character is an Italian, and represents the Sky. I've got Celestina but can't think of a middle name. Her sister, with the powers of death, has one so I feel bad about Celina not having one. Also, think up reasonable powers for death is nigh impossible. But it's STILL FUN!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 14:26:16 GMT

Why, God, WHY!?

Home on the Strange is dying out! *sniffle* We never found out why Branch had such issues!

Posting this here

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 01:40:30 GMT

...because I'm too chicken to call this punk an ass to his face.

So, on the Steam Fashion LJ comm, someone has been asking for advice on making a line of sensitive skin/eczema friendly skin products with a steampunk theme. Everybody's been supernice to this kid and have been giving her lots of advice...

Except this bastard.

(quote)
ButtmonkeySteampunkFan

This is not steampunk; in that lovely historical future, I can envision the elimination of spam. In fact, Spam would never have been invented.

Y'know what? STFU. I love this. I hope she asks about pricing next, because while I will totally buy steampunk face and hair care from somebody who's making them gentle, I'm a starving college student.

So, go bitch elsewhere. I did. I was very tempted to wank back. But, I don't believe in feeding the trolls.

Trolls aren't very steampunk, either.

Neither is this next unladylike comment: Fuck you, buttmonkey, and your little dog, too.

Tomorrow's my birthday! (and a rant)

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 00:54:31 GMT

I'm turning 21! WOO HOO!

And now a rant.

No, CC and MS are NOT the pickiest BSSM games right now. Go check out Seiryuu.com. They make us look easy-going.

We DID hear you and we thought about it. No, we think we're doing fine and we're really sorry, but this is at least slightly canon and we like to make things make sense.

Wow, yeah, updating.

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 23:25:40 GMT

So, Ironman? Purr. Purr. And, in case you missed it, purr!

So, my rant tonight is mostly about me and another person. In case this gets around, we'll call him Gus.

Gus is a lech. He has leered at me, made more-than-suggestive comments and, on a night when I was ballsy enough to say something, patted my behind.

I am not "easy" or "cheap". My fiance has trouble some nights. I just wasn't raised that way. I don't discuss it and I don't air that sort of laundry unless I know the people I'm talking to VERY well and not even then sometimes.

I threw out my back, moving into a new apartment. I still went to the Changeling prep social and when Gus heard I'd hurt my back, he said "No sex for a week." HE KEPT SAYING IT.

I'm torn between letting it go, because I have for so long and I'm not sure anybody would believe me now, and taking it to the Powers That Be. I don't have any record of his behavior and an investigation will take months.

I'm tired of his bullshit. I'm tired of him hitting on me at every turn, acting like I wear corsets just for him, and generally being a pig.

*sigh*

I think this is a cosmic test. I hope I pass.

YAY!

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 13:04:58 GMT

Thank you to whoever the kind person was who gave lil' ol' me this big beautiful JF account! *hugs*