. . . . . entries for 31.8.04 . . . . .
Nikki posted a bunch of shoutouts in her AIM profile. o.O I am royally tempted to do so here. . . possibly in the sidebar. Stay tuned. xD
I am so amazingly bored. o.o The reason I do not blog is because there is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, to blog about. Tragic! :(
Eh. . . too much or too little wine, they say.
. . . . . entries for 28.8.04 . . . . .
A proclamation from the Mesiah:
The feeling between good friendship and love is now know as polof.
So it is written; so it shall be done.
. . . . . entries for 27.8.04 . . . . .
Fear the blast of Mac-induced doom!
And, indeed, I am finished. ^.^ I'm actually really happy with the way this turned out. I'm posting now mostly so frequent readers won't be confused by the massive quantities of tiny posts. o.o So yeah.
In order to return to "the norm," whatever that is in this opalescent world of mine, I will recite lyrics for you! XD
"Brushfire fairytales,
Itsy bitsy diamond wells,
Big, fat hurricanes,
Yellow bellied given names,
Well, short cuts can slow you down
And in the end we're bound
To rebound off of we.
Dust off your thinking caps,
Solar powered plastic plants,
Pretty pictures of things we ate,
We are only what we hate;
But in the long run we have found
Silent films are full of sound:
Inaudibly free.
Slow down, everyone, you're moving too fast!
Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that.
Inaudible melodies serve narrational strategies,
Unobtrusive tones help to notice nothing but the zone
Of visual relevancy,
Frame lines tell me what to see.
Chopping like an axe, or maybe
Eisenstein should just relax. . .
Slow down, everyone, you're moving too fast,
Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that.
Plato's cave is full of freaks,
Demanding refunds for the things they've seen.
I wish they could believe
In all the things that never
Made the screen!
Slow down, everyone, you're moving too fast,
Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that.
Slow down, everyone, you're moving too fast!
Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that.
Moving too. . ."
~Jack Johnson, Inaudible Melodies
Behold! I have a fiery opalescent color scheme. :) And I just *might* be done now. . .
At least no one can tell me I have to change my template anymore. -.-
Behold my shiny opals. :)
Maybe I should sleep or. . . something.
::tweaks:: xD I'm getting into this.
I'm such a dumbass. xD Oh well. Regardless, things are working now. :) Delight in my spiffy new blog! (I will change the picture at the top soon, children. Mwahaha.)
Work, damn it!
Rar.
For some reason my blog publishes faster if I post something. o.O . . .
o.o I am sad, because my tagboard is not going into my sidebar properly.
. . . . . entries for 26.8.04 . . . . .
Ugh. Dungeon-going stuff is hectic. Must call Colin somewhat early tomorrow to find out when the hell I'm coming over. Dad's going to visit an acquaintance from work so driving is iffy. Ugh ugh ugh. And then, on Saturday, the Megaman dungeon. Ah me, I do not imagine myself being very suited to this d20 stuff. o.o
o.o I need to adjust the size of that collossal picture of the CTY gang. It is stretching my blog. Oh you poor little blog. :( ::pets::
Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, some things are changing around here! ^.^ Isn't it beautiful? I was getting very bored of being the hot tamale. . . although the address has remained the same for the sake of your sanity and mine.
Wow, Shannon has a new layout that actually doesn't crash my computer. :) Cookie for you, love.
This is clearly the only reason George W. Bush''s existence is a good thing.
An interesting recipe from my dear tophatted Gaia friend -
Okay, here it is, the recipe for LHA, I warn you, if you're a petite person, underweight, diabetic, sugar intolerant, suffer a heart condition, or value your kidneys, do not drink this stuff.
To make Liquid Heart Attack you need the following, in any combination, but the first two ingrediants are required.
8 cups of sugar
1 two liter mountain dew
4 sobe, any clear flavor
3 red bull
4 barq's root beers
pixies sticks (the more the better, I use two dozen))
6 sweet and lows
8 cans of Amp
2 Bawls
4 packs of liquified shocktarts, (to liquify, put in a cup of wate,r and let set)
Mix well, stir, and wait for your heart to explode.
. . . . . entries for 25.8.04 . . . . .
Shit, Cassie. It wasn't Gene and it wasn't Max. Who the hell was it?
"And I dreamed your dream for you,
And now your dream is real;
How can you look at me as if
I was just another one of your deals?
And you can fall for chains of silver,
You can fall for chains of gold;
You can fall for pretty strangers
And the promises they hold. . .
You promised me everything!
You promised me thick and thin, yeah,
Now you just say, oh, Romeo, yeah,
Y'know, I used to have a scene with him!
Juliet!
When we made love, you used to cry,
You said 'I love you like the stars above,
I'll love you 'til I die,'
There's a place for us,
You know the movie song,
When are you gonna realize
It was just that the time was wrong?
Juliet. . .
I can't do the talk like they talk on TV,
But I can do a love song like the way it's meant to be.
I can't do everything, but I'd do anything for you. . ."
. . . . . entries for 24.8.04 . . . . .
So yeah, I'm thinking about changing my blog template. Thoughts?
. . . . . entries for 23.8.04 . . . . .
"Hey, baby. They call me Verizon, because my nights and weekends are always free." ~Sir Charles
Max wants me to post something personal and scandalous. >.> . . . well, sorry, Max, but on a blog that's accessable through Google (and by anyone with a computer) I refuse to do so. There's probably something scandalous about my life. ::scratches her head:: . . . maybe. And anyway, why don't you just hack into my brain? -.- Neurohacker! Aiyeee!
Returning to something like sanity: I think I won't describe anymore CTY people unless I receive requests. o.O It's kind of annoying, now that I'm back in at-home mode. Fwa.
Megaman D&D session this weekend, hopefully. xD! It's more like Snow Crash than Megaman, though, which is simply delightful. O Neal Stephenson, you light my world with your awesome futuristic novels.
. . . so yeah. I have no deep dark secrets. DAMN YOU, MAAAAAX!!! . . .
. . . . . entries for 20.8.04 . . . . .
Oh, magnificent. Mozilla is so nice to me.
Right, so Cas is home, which accounts for some of my lack of bloggage. The rest is laziness and business, an odd combination, but hell.
Today I went to Lake George with Cas, Kochie, and Linda. Natalie was going to come but is feeling yucky - get better, Burkechilde. Or else. ::twitch:: Anyway, we enjoyed ourselves. Linda got up to her knees in the water in spite of feeling yucky herself. Blast my friends and their yuckiness. Blast them!
I feel gross because I've eaten so much junk lately. Ugh. I must jog, I must *do* something. ::bangs her head against the desk::
. . . and I must return Eerie Queerie to Kochie. I am done. And I am sad because Mr. Obsessor is not loved. >.< He needs love, damn it! LOVE! . . . oh well. I do not see how the series can be wrapped up satisfactorily in one more volume. But so long as Hasanuma or whatever his name is gets his lovin', it's all fine by me.
Going to see Charlie tomorrow. ^.^
. . . . . entries for 18.8.04 . . . . .
I have a hacker friend. He's a cool guy and somewhat similar to myself in ideology, although he's landed himself a somewhat darker view of the world than I have. He has a deliciously random personality and is intelligent without being academically obsessed. My point is that he is a good hacker that runs around crippling spyware sites and so forth. He does not use his 1337 sk!11z for evil.
Some people do. They pry into places they don't belong and make people feel uncomfortable, vulnerable, threatened. These are the malevolent hackers - crackers, if you wanna get into the talk. Just knowing that someone is a cracker is enough to make me dislike them quite strongly. Knowing that they have been targeting my sister is enough to make me hate them.
Right, so, if the cracker of the moment comes around, let him be aware that, at this point, he is only bringing this "mistrust" upon himself. I know I'll be viewed as a biased and irrelevant source by him, as I'm his quarry's sister. But I hope, in my naive and unworldly little teenaged brain, he'll listen to reason (as I've always tried to be the voice of reason in these parts), and listen to me when I tell him: there may have once been doubt in my mind as to whether or not my sister's judgement was correct, as to whether or not you were, in fact, a threat to her well-being. Now that you have taken this step, I'm sure she was right all along and made no error in her assumption that you were (and are) a danger to her. Once a cracker, always a cracker.
You have crossed the line, Tanuki the Badger - leave Cas alone. There is no way you can regain her trust, and continuing to harrass her with this knowledge just proves that you are a sick, sadistic, evil human being.
Stop it.
Kiss me, I'm liberal!
. . . and, given my recent course in Great Revolutions, find the above linked article *quite* interesting.
. . . . . entries for 16.8.04 . . . . .
From Loupe Garou (Colin):
I'm impressed Erin. Truly I am in impressed. I keep telling you you have a charisma of... like 18 or something! You might have more, but that's only possible via magic enhancements... you don't have any magic enhancements, right Erin? Your 100% natural right? Oh, I managed to slay a doppelganger by the way, who had a +2 Ring of Protection. Do you want it, I have a +3 ring myself. Remember Erin, use protection.
. . . . . entries for 15.8.04 . . . . .
I feel like I owe you the rest of the lyrics to that Nick Cave song I quoted a little while ago. I really love it, for some reason. xD So here it is.
"I've felt you coming, girl, as you drew near,
I knew you'd find me, cause I longed you here,
Are you my destiny? Is this how you'll appear?
Wrapped in a coat, with tears in your eyes?
Well, take that coat, babe, and throw it on the floor. . .
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?
As you've been moving surely toward me,
My soul has comforted and assured me
That in time my heart it will reward me
And that all will be revealed.
So I've sat and I've watched an ice-age thaw. . .
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?
Out of sorrow, entire worlds have been built,
Out of longing, great wonders have been willed;
They're only little tears, darling, let them spill
And lay your head upon my shoulder. . .
Outside my window the world has gone to war.
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?
O, we will know, won't we?
The stars will explode in the sky. . .
O, but they don't, do they?
Stars have their moment and then they die.
There's a man who spoke wonders, though I've never met him;
He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in";
I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting
And how every little thing anticipates you. . .
All down my veins my heart-strings call:
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?"
Note the new link to the CTY Familia homepage on the sidebar. Check out the gallery. . . . actually, nevermind the gallery, just check out Gus on drag day in the gallery. He was hot stuff. xD Oh, Gus.
So, yeah, I owe you all another CTY description.
Meher.
Meher is Pakistani, and a fairly devout Muslim. She was one of the most sheltered girls on our hall, and an obsessive note-taker, but hey. xD If that's what it takes, go for it.
A lot of the girls on the hall weren't too fond of Meher, but I don't think they really took enough time to get to know her. She's a sweet girl, but all they saw was her naivete and so they chose to not like her. :P Sucky thing. Oh well. Meher is from D.C., and goes to a private school there. She'll lose her sheltered-ness soon enough, I think. o.O Private school girls. . . ::shivers::
. . . . . entries for 14.8.04 . . . . .
Present for you all from CTY. ^.^ Welcome to Gender Bender Day, ladies and gents.
From left to right on top: Meher, Danielle, James, Brooke, Julia
Bottom: Me, Aric (male. and clearly born to wear drag. xD)
"Out of sorrow, entire worlds have been built,
Out of longing, great wonders have been willed,
They're only little tears, darling, let them spill,
And lay your head upon my shoulder. . .
Outside my window, the world has gone to war;
Are you the one I've been waiting for?"
~my favorite Nick Cave lyrics ever. xD
. . . . . entries for 13.8.04 . . . . .
The fashion in which Mr. Sherman prays:
::on the road:: Please God, let there be no cars on the road ahead of us!
::pause::
Or animals! Or humans! Or any other obstructions!
::pause, and, upon seeing a car ahead. . .::
God, you're not listening!!
It's Friday the Thirteenth. Hurricane Charlie is supposed to pass through today. And YES, goddamnit, it's CHARLIE. Not Charley. What the hell. Who spells it "Charley"? The weather guys are clearly mistaken in this matter.
Given that today is, in fact, Friday the Thirteenth, it ought to be an interesting day. xD
I must catch up on my descriptions of CTYers. First, I must finish Juliet. o.O It's hard to describe her. She's quite outgoing and admits that she's self-confident to the point of being egotistical, although she doesn't actually show that very much.
She wore a tie to every dance, and was consistantly our hall pimp. I was the ho. Of course. :) On our hall's confuse-everyone-by-dressing-up-like-someone-else-on-the-hall day, I got to wear her stuff. O.O Gwaaa, comfy. She wears baggy pants and polo shirts, mostly. Comfiness. :)
You may ask yourself, if you're the type who asks oneself things: who was wearing your clothes, Erin?
The answer to that is Julia. xD She's on the short side, pale (as pale as me or worse! xD), and always wears her hair in pigtails. At camp, she also constantly wears a red bandana, although her mom doesn't like it.
She, like Juliet, prefers wearing guys' clothes. She, unlike Juliet, usually wears girls' shirts (albeit rather offbeat ones) and *always* wears her low-top Converse All-Stars.
So, on mix-it-up day, she wore my skintight flowery jeans, green kitty shirt, brown jackety shirt, black sneakers, dragon/phoenix pendant, and Mr. Meep, my devil duck, on her lanyard. And she looked dead sexy, damn it. xD Better than I look in my clothes.
I love Julia dearly. She is a fellow Mac geek and has a sister around the same age as Cas, who *might* be as cool as Cas. ::shifty glance:: . . . maybe. Anyway, yeah. She's creepily like me, only. . . awesome-er.
And she thinks Charlie's voice is hot. xD As she should. Julia's shaken milk drags all the boys to the garden, and they say, it's better than yours. Certainly, it's better than yours. ::dies laughing::
I guess you had to be there.
. . . . . entries for 10.8.04 . . . . .
Gah, I got an e-mail from Juliet today. That evil woman. I cannot tell if she misses any of us or not. But I miss her. ::sobs::
. . . right. Anyway. On that note, I shall describe said Juliet Newman to you all. On a fine print-y note, it's hard for me to properly describe any of my CTY buddies, because the first words that come to mind are always: "kicks ass." And that seems to do the trick. I realize that you all probably need explanation to *why* they kick ass, though, so here you go.
Juliet kicks ass.
She is flagrantly self-confident, intelligent, and badass.
Uwaaa. More later. Now:
well, circumstances dictate that i must get offline
o.o
xD
evil!
whats evil?
but yeah. that horoscope might just be right.
evil circumstances.
are what is evil.
aha
or, wait a minute
eeyah. make up your mind, parentses!
i think theyre gonna use the phone and then they dont.
say hi to them for me.
have you told them we're visiting? xD
not as of yet, no
xD
you should. o.O
but i'll give them at least a week's notice
pfft. says you.
yes, says me!
my dad im not worried about
its my mother
you must give me an opportunity to prove my wonderfulness to them. xD
she'll probably ask why youre coming to town again
and say, 'oh, it cant just be for the sake of visiting you'
if she says that, please tell her that I told you to give her a sound smack upside the head.
hahaha
but say that, out of the goodness of your heart, you will refrain from doing so.
yeah, *thats* the way to win my mother's heart, all right
xD damn straight.
12:35PM
and then she'll insist that we dont want to interfere with any of your plans in town
and that it would be great if we got to see each other but that you probably have other things to be doing
o.o
can't you just tell her, no, we have nothing else to be doing?
yeah
probably
but then she'd start asking why the hell youre driving one hundred fifty miles to see me
we have nothing better to do? xD
it's true.
lol
but yeah
parental insanity is great
i mean, my dad understands completely
he thinks you rock
12:40PM
eeeyah, I must run off again.
but mom doesnt seem to get the hint and im beginning to suspect has already arranged marriage with a girl from binghamton and is trying to keep us apart
o.O
12:55PM
o.o
creepy thought.
xD
the worst thing is...
i can actually see my mom dressed up in traditional hindi garments and arranging for me to marry some randow girl for five cows
random*
its not an encouraging thought
. . . that's an awful thought.
o.o
indeed...
awful as in, its horrible to even think about me marrying anyone besides you?
or awful as in, thats a horrible thing to say about your mother?
no, you are definitely worth more than five cows.
I mean seriously.
xD
they'd have to be some friggin' awesome cows.
well, they *are* sacred in india
dont ask me why...
so why the hell are they trading them, anyway?
o.o
its the dowry
. . . so you trade your great grandmother for some random-ass chick you've never met before.
the brides family will give my family five cows if i marry their daughter
my great grandmother isnt a cow!
xD
you know what I mean, don't you?
reincarnation?
yeah.
damn.
i think this arranged marriage conversation needs to be blogged.
you think so?
indeed
theres just too much to fit in my profile
then it shall be done.
eventually.
excellent
xD
I found this in a Gaia signature. It about sums up macs, and the people who prefer them over Windows.
. . . . . entries for 8.8.04 . . . . .
I am talking to Aric on AIM. xD I'm surprised he's the type that's online. Ever.
So yeah. I will describe another CTYer tonight.
Danielle. Whom I have known for a few years prior to this past session.
She was one of two republicans on our hall, the other one being our RA Amy. She's incredibly skinny, muscular, tan and good-looking. She wears trendy girly clothing and makeup.
And yet she is irrevocably awesome.
I really don't know how to describe Danielle beyond that.
Gehen Sie hier and watch the cartoon on the front page. xD It is most excellent.
Shannon says hi, although she is half dead.
. . . . . entries for 7.8.04 . . . . .
I feel as if I should enlighten you all to the nature of my friends at CTY. I think I shall do this one individual at a time.
So today, I will tell you about Aric.
Aric is pronounced AH-ric. Not like Eric. His last name is Wilcox, which utterly fails to suit him. (Probably because no one knew his last name 'til near the end of the session.)
He has long, curly blonde hair and. . . I have no idea what color his eyes are. xD At least two chicks in the class probably remember, as they spent quite a lot of time gazing longingly at those eyes. Although a lovable chap, Aric was a bit too goofy for my personal tastes. He's three quarters German and one quarter other, Irish I think. He blushes very easily, like I do.
He wrote "Ich liebe dich" under NAME on the cover of his notebook for class. Which is weird, because if you speak any German you know that "Ich liebe dich" means "I love you." Strange name, yes?
In any case, Aric wears mostly black t-shirts, relaxed fit jeans and flame-y combat boots. He had possession of my leather jacket for most of the session. He looked much better in it than I do. Damn him and his prettiness.
Speaking of which, on Drag Day we learned that Aric makes a prettier girl than most girls do. Also a very excellent Marie-Antoinette. Mwahahaha.
Alright, so that really requires some explaining. In class, we wrote and performed a play about the French Revolution. One of the scenes, on the night of the royal flight from Paris, consisted of Marie-Antoinette (disguised as a governess and played by Aric) hiding from Lafayette, who was hitting on her. Guess who played Lafayette?
. . .
. . . .
. . . . .
Alright, I'll tell you. I did. And, just to complete the image: in my naughty Catholic schoolgirl outfit. With big, black boots. (Which Aric borrowed for Drag Day.)
So for the rest of the session, the play was quoted. It went something like this:
Aric presses himself up against a bookshelf (as it was performed in the library) and pretends he's invisible. Erin leans with one hand against the shelf, and says softly:
"Lonesome, governess?"
Aric jumps and squeaks out the following while half turning around:
"N-no monsieur!"
Erin brushes her hand gently against Aric's, just enough to make him jump again, and replies darkly:
"Are you. . . sure?"
"Eeee!"
And Aric runs away.
It was brilliant. xD I wish I had taped it or something.
So anyway, that is Aric in a nutshell. A perky (although he claims he is not perky at home, merely content) slightly gothy music geek whose name is apparently "I love you" auf Deutsch. Figure that one out.
No longer achey, but. . . very. . . blah. You know? Just blah. I suppose this must be post-CTY depression, but I never got it before this time. My hall really did rock. Oh, the Fascist Octopus and BMK. Le sigh. I miss them already.
When I noticed Erin the beanie baby sitting behind my modem on the computer desk for the first time yesterday, I hugged her really tightly and cried. And I don't know why.
Gah, CTY, you have made a pathetic creature of me.
. . . . . entries for 6.8.04 . . . . .
Ugh. I feel a little better. I miss people, though. Mostly Julia and Juliet. Grah. Dad is okay, more or less. More on that if you want to know - just ask me. My ribs only hurt when I yawn. And stretch, and that sort of thing. I blame it on my diaphragm.
Any which way. Goodnight, all. At least my room is clean. o.o
Augh. Back from CTY. Weird day. Very weird day. Being on computer feels weird. Being home feels weird. Parents got two new fish. Parents cleaned my room. Is creepy and. . . well. . . clean. Random-ass stabbing pain in ribs. I miss my friend Juliet. Dad had to go to the hospital.
Weird day. And I've been crying, a little.
come home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)