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Party later tonight, although I might've had all the fun I can handle recently. o.O Five hours until the new year, kiddies. Fun fun.
Aloha, beloved readers. I have had an amazing couple of days in Binghamton. As always, I must post random snippets. o.o
First and most definitely foremost: Veronica is amazing. AMAZING, as is her mother. I will hear nothing else of them. Thank you, Vera-babe, for doing this for me, and for Sir Charles, and hell, for the rest of you crazy bastards. o.O
And thank you for the bracelets. xD
Moulin Rouge is excellent for the ADD/bipolar disorder'd folk of the world. Extreme highs and extreme lows and plenty of "aww", just the way we like it.
I enjoy suffocating Charlie. Whipping him, not s'much. Pressing him up against walls? . . . hell yes.
Creepy little kid staring at us at the Cyber Café! O.O So weird. xD I think we scarred the poor boy for life.
I'm sorry if I wounded your pride, honor and/or the nape of your neck, Pirate Dan. Please watch Moulin Rouge - this goes for ANYONE who hasn't seen it - so that you might understand my reasons for identifying with the Duke in this case.
You CTKs definitely weren't staring impolitely or anything. Totally.
We don't like motion detectorses, precious.
Damn it, I knew I forgot something! xD Veronica, you still have my stocking. Good grief. Oh well. . . that's how I function. I always forget *something.*
Sacred ground. (Don't even ask. -.-)
Not only do I run like a hobbit, I now have "hairless hobbit feet," according to dearly beloved Vera. Which is. . . cute? I guess? o.O
Purring lessons went more or less well. I don't think I have any talent for it, though. xD
Veronica, my hand still hurts where you smacked it with that. . . thing. . . whatever. . . at Cyber. -.- Owwies.
"That was a great comeback!"
I never get to hang out with Kate, damn it. xD Oh well. At least I talked to her *briefly* this time.
Charlie is very, very, lucky that his mommy did not see him wearing my "spicy" choker. xD He is also lucky that he was still wearing it, because it led to him coming over to Veronica's and getting his present, a stuffed honey badger whom he calls Sunflash.
- and on that note, do not be surprised if Charlie takes up a sudden interest in finding yellow Sharpies and materials with which to construct a tiny mace.
I also have a volume of the Trigun manga in hardback now, thanks to good Sir Charles. That crazy kid. xD The gift that keeps on giving!
He is *exceedingly* lucky that his father was the one who drove him over to Vera's, so that he was granted permission to ride halfway to Nisky with Veronica, Megh and Megh's mommy (who deserves worship!). And me, as it were. We are so, so good at putting off goodbyes just a *little* longer.
So in conclusion: Snowball was just too far away. And damn it, it still is.
Hello everyone, I'm in Binghamton right now and Veronica is reading over my shoulder. Hi, Veronica.
WOOT!
And that, apparently, is all she has to say.
I LOVE ERIN SHERMAN! WOOO!!! I'M A DRUNKEN PARTY BOY ON SPRING BREAK! WOOOOO!
Well, that sums up the trip pretty accurately. xD Rawr.
indeed it does, dear erin. I am a sobered up party boy on spring break.
So, yes. For those of you who, for some strange reason, didn't know. . . I went to surprise Charlie yesterday. Hopefully I will have some fun pictures soon. (If any of you have seen me in my new leather jacket. . . yeah. Put Charlie in my place. O.O)
. . . . . entries for 30.12.04 . . . . .
Observe new lyrics, in the spirit of my ever-charmingly emotionally shattered D&D character Kayaze. Poor girl.
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You're Riku!
DN ANGEL QUIZ
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Well damn it, I didn't like this very much but I posted it anyway. xD We must discover what everyone in the Mock Blogdelytes is, DN Angel-wise. Why? Because the series is amazing. (It's really more that Dark is amazing, in my opinion, as is apparent from my quiz result. -.-)
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Right, I think I must have mentioned this already, but Nobuo Uematsu retired a couple of months ago. I'm listening to "Ending Theme," which is on the FFX soundtrack. I realized when I was listening that some snippets of past Final Fantasy melodies are in there too. This isn't just the Final Fantasy X ending theme - it is Uematsu's ending theme, his goodbye to all of his fans. ::sniffle:: I am so pathetic.
. . . . . entries for 27.12.04 . . . . .
Rejoice! Kochie's party is being postponed - that is not what I am rejoicing about, though, it's just that I actually *know* that it's being postponed is wonderful. Indeed. Ramble ramble. Things are working themselves out.
Har har. I am wearing one of my favorite-est Christmas presents. I dunno if I have previously blogged about this item, but it would not surprise me if I had. (My grammar is shot all but to hell, isn't it? Oh well.) It is a leather jacket. It is labelled XS (extra small for the non-clothes tag literate) but still fits me. Quite well, actually. It is, as Cassie puts it, "mod-ish," and has a few zippers with no purpose, such as one which wraps around the pointy mod collar. The attached belt is way too long, and is capable of wrapping around my waist just shy of two times. ^.^ I do love this jacket.
It's Monday morning. Kochie has not contacted me about le birthday party. I hope to get to the bottom of things today. o.O So many people being iffy about things.
Cassie is also leaving today. So I probably should be, y'know, social-like and sister-like and go interact with her. I probably will very shortly. Like, now for example. Toodles.
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Wheehee, merry Christmas, everyone. :) I have had a good day thus far. And this is only the beginning of my vacation. W00t! Anyway, I won't list my loot, besides my ridiculous, wonderful, *ridiculous* 60G photo iPod. Cassie got one too. My father is crazy. Enough said.
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Gaia is being evil. xD It has two previously undiscovered databases: rice and truffle. Previously I had only known of sushi, cheese and braaaaains.
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Cas is home now, wahoo. She has upon her ten pound laptop some adorable pictures of a certain Mr. Hyland and myself, which she never sent to me after she took them, oh, five months ago or thereabouts. -.- Probably more like six. . .
Yeah, anyway, I want them.
My sister is no longer used to the cold. Not that she ever really was, but yeah. xD I should be doing the female bonding thing now, so I'm going to go. Bye bye readers. ::waves:: (Why the hell are you reading my blog, anyway? It's Christmas break, or damn near to it. Go be merry, bitches.)
Cas will be home in ten minutes so I must fleeee! ::flees::
Cassie will be home soon. I am lethargic, it is bad. o.O At least I have no homework. Besides to study for the Latin endings quiz, and I'm pretty good with them already.
I am going to be a Shakespearian wench tomorrow for our English Macbeth pre-break party. My friend Alex Rubilar, who's in a few of my classes, requested that I bring in some medieval bling for him. xD I used a rather large, jewelled gold cross as a prop last time, and let him borrow it. It is the Cross of Cawdor, or it is while it is within the walls of NHS. I will not be the Wenchly Thane, just an ordinary wench, so I'm letting him borrow it - and he shall walk around all day in his tartan robe and be Macbeth, sans Cross of Cawdor because I don't trust him to get it back to me by the end of the day. >.> Maybe he can keep it just until Global History ends, at which point I can no longer keep an eye on him.
Incidentally, I'd like to ask the local readers: how many of you are Alex Goldberg fangirls (or fanboys, as the case may be)!? Seriously, that kid is so awesome. xD More explanation when my brain is working better, maybe. Noticed the lack of varied sentence structure in this entry yet? Yeah. My brain. It isn't working.
My mom also would like me to issue a bulletin: the Sherman women do not need moisturizing gunk, as we already have a profusion of creams and lotions that we do not use. We are not dry people. We are oily people. Oily, damn it.
And I think that's about it.
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Incidentally, I now have all sorts of stuff to match my alias, "the hot tamale." I have Katelyn and Tina to thank for that, so thank you, guys. :)
I have a lot of stuff to do over vacation. I have Christmas Eve dinner, probably involving Colin and his mother, Christmas dinner itself which will involve my sister and Uncle Eggy - oh yes, Cas is coming home tomorrow, I have to clean the room. -.- Nonsense.
Anyway, Kochie's having her party over break but I'll be damned if I remember when it was. . . the 27th, I think. I'll be occupied on the 31st 'cause of the New Years' Eve thing, and Mitchell's brunch is the day after that.
That really does not leave enough sleep-in time for my personal comfort. -.-
Ninja lyric change. I am so not sorry for stealing Dan's song. xD
Right, well, I shouldn't be online because I have a lot of presents to prepare. o.O . . . why do I suck so much, anyway?
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Right, so our heating junk (my parents now refer to it as "fuel," which is weird, but yeah, it's oil of some kind) ran out last night. So I have been rather cold. Like, 40 this morning. It was zero degrees without the windchill outside, though, so I felt pretty toasty compared to the great outdoors. For the past hour or so I have been curled up in bed doing the "not freezing to death" thing. But I have other, more important things to do. Like AP World homework. Ooh yes, Hirota-Morris, I love you so.
Incidentally, I was brilliant and did not put on my away message while I was off soaking up the infrared from my electric blanket, so a bunch of people were IMing me crazily. xD Sorry, guys. I am alive, just very chilly.
I also need to be working on the Christmas present stuff. Ugh, says I. Ugh.
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Christmas vacation is looking good. Busy, but damn good. I went shopping again today and got more stuff for more people, wheehee. I must be very industrious tomorrow so that I can make all of my presents before the school week is out. o.o . . .
And then, there is also homework. Curse and blast it.
Sundays are for sleeping in and homework. And, in this case, Christmaslike activities. Wheehee.
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I went Christmas shopping today, which was a blast, as you can all imagine. o.O Yeah, my answer to Christmas shopping is getting myself stuff with which to make presents. This year I am not getting everyone similar stuff, like I have in the past. Instead I have a few different themes, and some people will get presents corresponding to some themes, some others. Way to be vague, Erin, way to be vague.
So yes, I have been working on presents and wracking my brain as to what I am getting some people on my list who are rather difficult so far as gift-giving goes. Such as my father. What do you give a man who has a lot of junk he doesn't use already?
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So yeah. Stop making out in public. Seriously. o.O
Anyway, I just got back from watching A Series of Unfortunate Events (which would have been better if I had read the books and was one of the obsessive fans) with the gang. The gang sure has changed. I wish Kristen and Linda could have come. I wish Natalie had come. I mean, screw it - I just want the Iroquois crowd back, like it was in seventh grade or thereabouts, back when no one took themselves seriously. Those were our glory days.
My wrist is kind of killing me. I blame it on typing and gaming and writing and. . . well, using my hand. So maybe I should live life with my left hand only, since it isn't decaying at the wrist yet. Or at least, not noticeably. Not *as* noticeably.
Hey, for those who fancy cheerier song, I got a 94 on my AP World History test which I was so recently bitching and moaning about (and which is probably at least partially responsible for my wristache). That brings my grade up to a glorious 89.5, which is rounded up to an A- if I am an exceptionally wonderful little girl. And we all know that I am. Of course. *hem* . . . don't look at me like that.
I think I am happier about my 94 than I am about my social time this evening. Wheehee, I'm a geek.
Oh yes, and on that note, I recorded a monologue I wrote from my D&D character's perspective, burned it on a CD with a bunch of music appropriate to her character, and gave said CD to Colin. I was actually surprised when he was so thrilled with this untertaking of mine, because my monologue-speaking ability is about as impressive as my acting ability (i.e. maybe existent but suffering from severe disuse). Regardless, though, he is now saying he wants to make the chronicle (w00t for geek language) into a series of short stories, working in a triad (or possibly a foursome!) with Tina, myself and (maybe) David. I dunno how well that'd work, because really. . . I don't play well with others when it comes to things like writing.
And on a final note, Colin read "Chivalry" by Neil Gaiman aloud to our English class today. Yes, kiddies, we finally got around to storytime, and I suggested the one-and-only completely and totally appropriate story in Smoke and Mirrors for the job. I think most of the class utterly failed to appreciate it. It is a sweet, adorable story, and if you have not read it, I recommend you do so as soon as possible.
Wow, I am definitely making my wrist worse with all of this blogging. Oddly enough, I can't even feel the pain when I'm typing. . .
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Mmyes, it *is* a feel-good quiz.
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Countdown to Christmas: Ten days.
I was feelin' the Christmas spirit today, indeed. I went out to mail some stuff to the relatives with my mother dear and stood in line for half an hour or so at the post office (not bad, actually, for this time of year). Before that, I programmed God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen into mom's phone as a ringtone and sent it to Dad, Cas and myself. Speaking of which, I have reminded myself to check my messages so I can be all holiday-ish with my Harley babe phone. Flames and roses and Christmas carols. -.- Wahoo.
And now the Harley babe has math homework. Rar.
Also - anyone with any bright ideas as to Christmas vacation gettings-down to Binghamton, do IM me and pester me about it, maybe we can come up with something. o.O Maybe I won't lose my mind before late January. Maybe.
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We got our PSAT scores back today, and my mom wants me to find the National Merit Scholar Semifinalist qualifying score online. o.O I've been looking, but it's an elusive bugger. If anyone has lots of free time, feel free to look for it and report to Mrs. Sherman who is ever-curious about how brilliant her daughters are.
Monisha got a 240 on the damn thing. xD Surprise surprise. Nikki-chan did quite well too, eleven points better than I did. Congratulations to everyone. Even Natalie, who is very proud of her 120. o.O If that's what you're going for, eh. Suit yourself.
Right, so that's the headline for today. Everything else is pretty much same old same old. Latin test on mythology and two essays in AP tomorrow. So I'd better, y'know, do the sleep thing. And the homework thing, and the studying thing. Do *you* know the myth of Baucis and Philemon? Do you? DO YOU!?
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In other news, the first half of the hellishly long and terrible AP World test was not as hellish as I had expected it to be. Let's hope the second half is equally as not-impossible.
I just got upstairs from being at debate and baking a cake, which is currently in the oven and which (if I did it right) will actually end up being brownies. I need to do my homework. It's quarter of nine at night.
Oooh Mondays.
Incidentally, Colin also has problems with depth perception. He claims to have once looked up from his seat next to his mother in the car and screamed "JESUS! JESUS IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!" when it was in fact the Jesus on the dashboard. His mother slammed on the brakes, and Colin realized he was insane. The end.
The summary of today is kind of that Colin rocks my socks. xD
The following awesomeness is courtesy Sir Colin of Wheeler.
I have stolen Destiny's book and I know the future!
In a short visit to binghamton not spanning more then two days, Erin Sherman attempts to gain the drama kid's ire by quoting Macbeth. This is particularely taboo because the drama kids are about to perform "Carmen" on stage. They become enraged but Charlie insists it's a silly superstition. Charlie steps on stage to deliver his lines, but (perhaps due to the Macbeth curse) a sandbag hits on the head and Charlie falls unconcious. Erin is forced to leave for home before she can even see him awake.
Charlie (three days after Erin's departure) awakes with amnesia. He is greeted by that girl (that girl that tried to kiss Charlie... what was her name? We'll call her Molly, short for Mollygnant). Molly convinces Charlie (in his weakened state) that she is in fact his girlfriend and that Erin doesn't exist. This goes on for about two days, after which Erin returns and Charlie's memory is miraculously restored! Charlie apologizes and their relationship rekindled much to the Molly's shagrin.
However, a few weeks after such events, Molly claims she is pregnant with Charlie's son, and since both of their families are Catholic, they immediately begin arranging the marrage. Before the ceremony can be complete though, Erin rushes in and stabs Molly with a pen repeatedly in the chest until Molly dies by suffocating on her own blood. Erin is taken to a prison, judged as an adult, and sentenced to death.
Colin, Max, Kristina, and Charlie attempt to break Erin out. Max hacks into the security system and shuts down the power. Meanwhile Kristina and I act as a diversion while Charlie sneaks in and saves Erin. Everyone then flee to Canada. Where Charlie discovers his innate skill in the game of Doom III and earns millions of dollars by attending tournaments around the world. Colin begins writing his autobiography (which no one reads), and Kristina becomes head of Koche enterprises, where she manipulates penguin chromosomes to create a breed of flying penguins. Through a series of bizarre and disturbing events, Max becomes the first and only Emporor of Canada.
As his first mandate, he declares war on America (for no other reason then it seemed to be a good idea at the time). Colin and Charlie are drafted, Charlie becomes a sharp shooter while Colin is put behind lines... eventually becoming dean of the Office of Naval Contemplation. Charlie returns home after seven long years, half of his body being robotic. Fortunately he also returns with half a million dollars (for in Max's government you receive vast sums of cash instead of purple hearts). Charlie dies at the ripe age of one hundred and seventy, Erin dying shortly after. Max loses power after a peasant's revolt and flees back to Russia. Kristina becomes fabulously wealthy after developing a diet soda that tastes more like soda then real soda and due to intrigue Colin is assassinated. His death due to his Hershey's kisses being laced with Cyanide.
The End.
There. Can't you see that happening??
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With Which Harry Potter Male Are You Most Sexually Compatible?
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Alright, well, I went through and double-checked my answers and this was *still* my result. Oh well. I guess I just go in for the intellectual types. xD And I mean. . . Alan Rickman. Come on.
YOU ARE CATNIP
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Preow.
. . . . . entries for 11.12.04 . . . . .
. . . and I also didn't realize until I looked at my last post that, a week ago, I was at SCC with Charlie, Vera, Dan, Mikey, and the rest of the gang. God *damn,* if only I could have that much fun every Saturday night. I miss you, CTK crowd.
Y'know what, until I read Nikki's away message, I didn't even *remember* there was a dance tonight. People will be swarming around the high school now, waiting to buy their tickets and get in for a night of repulsively sexual writhing on the dance floor. I am so glad I'm not going. o.O . . . there is something wrong with this school district.
So yeah, I just now settled into my ordinary computer-nest. Mother dear and I drove around and looked at Christmas lights after I got back from the debate, which was weird again. I don't really have grievances this time; in fact, I won the second half of my bid to states today, so I really have no right to complain at all. The debate took place at Albany High, and I found the whole affair to be suspiciously weighted in their favor. Two really great debators in our group didn't place because of errors in the system - according to their ballots, they should have won first or second place. Shady. Very shady.
Myself, I came in seventh place out of like, fifty novice LD'ers. There were seven half-bids. Hence, I got one, and I could very well declare myself finished with debate until states now, but. . . that would suck of me.
H'okay, so now that I'm done with the logistics of it all, I'll tell you what actually happened.
Got up at 6:30, got ready, went to school, got there kinda late (but not as late as Nicole, hardy har - hey, the extra sleep helped, she got first place in novice LD), went to the tournament, went to my first room, met my opponent, whose name was Laura. I talked to Laura a lot today. Probably more out of round than in round, which is awesome - unusual, in this business. She's a pretty cool chick. That was probably the most intellectually stimulating conversation I'll have in a while. o.O
So, after fifteen minutes or so, I said "y'know. . . we should probably go tell someone that our judge isn't here." So she did, while I stood watch. Apparently this guy said "oh, yeah, we'll get someone, just wait for us," and so we did. For another fourty minutes or so. We also sent another guy who was done with his debate (when we hadn't even started due to our lack of a judge) down to check on things, but he never came back. So eventually we went back down and raised hell (but a quiet, civil little bit of hell) about it. We ended up debating first round during second round, with a bye for second round - in other words, an automatic win that disabled us from winning higher than fifth place or thereabouts. Our judge had gone to the wrong room.
This is a frustrating sort of occurance. But it was a bye well spent, talking theology with an intelligent Christian girl from Bethlehem. (Hardy har again - I hadn't even drawn that connection before.)
Overall, though, the tournament was fun but just left a bad taste in my mouth, 'cause of my judge's inability to read the room assignments and the apparent weighted-ness towards the home team. And a few other little things, which can be summarized just like this: I am such a klutz it is amazing. I tripped on the stairs on my way to my room and also started walking towards the front of the room during the awards ceremony, but since I came in, um, seventh place, I definitely didn't get a trophy. Matt made fun of me for making a surprised and embarrassed face. :( Meanie.
Yeah, Matt was there. And Greg, who got screwed over again - sorry, man. And Rohit, who I like more than Matt because he's not evil. -.- And all my other Debate homies! Wahoo!
(I tried to study for AP at the debate with my fellow Hirota-Morris students, but failed pretty miserably due to distracting freshmen and Baxter. Tomorrow will be filled with book-learnin' for Erin.)
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I have a debate tomorrow, which is why I am sleeping tonight. I'm pretty tired regardless, though. I'm gonna look over my cases and maybe tweak them a little before going to bed, provided no one particularly distracting signs on - like Vera or Kate, nevermind that Charlie kid. Who is he, anyway?
Whee, I'm so tired. I guess this is no one's fault but mine. I am so damned used to being exhausted, it'd be difficult to change at this point. -.- I guess that's no excuse not to try.
Due to my lack of sleep (and due to the certainty that I will not enjoy myself as much as I did a week before) I am not going to the Holiday Dance on Saturday. I'll need rest *so* badly by then. . . grar. I guess I might be convinced otherwise, but. . . I doubt it. A lot.
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. . . wow. I don't even know where to begin. xD
Perhaps it is prudent to first note that Dan has eaten Charlie's soul. There is a very, very long story behind this. It begins with Charlie being a good kid, which you all know already if you read my blog as you should. Charlie is such a fantastically good kid that he is no longer just a good kid, he is, and I quote, a "local unsung hero."
I expect an entry on this will crop up on his blog soon, and there may even be another fun article I can link to. Long story short, Charlie is the first high school student ever to win the Jefferson Award, a nationwide recognition for outstanding contribution to the community. People, including Dan, have taped his news interview in order to send it to me.
And again, you guys really don't want to hear me oohing and aahing over how fucking awesome my boyfriend is. xD So suffice it to say: I am very proud of him, and he's an awesome person, however much he denies it.
Also: I actively encourage anyone who sees me online this weekend to smack me up, because I have a gigantic, evil AP World test on the early modern era on Monday and Wednesday. So. . . yeah. I should be studying ALL WEEKEND. No rest. No sleep. NO LIFE for me.
And now we are at that very terrible time of year during which I would sleep all day just to stay warm and cozy, nevermind actually being tired. Gah. I guess I should put the blame on myself for running around in a tank top. >.> . . . SHHH. Damn it.
Looked around for some appropriate lyrics, couldn't really find any better than ol' Suteki da Ne. I ought to put up the translation as well, I suppose, but it's very awkward-sounding; on the other hand, they're good to have around because they're, well, the meaning in our language. Unless I have Japanese readers, and if I do, then I say unto them: what the hell is wrong with you people? Don't you have better things to do than to read some random-ass American chick's blog?
Miss Walliman, my art teacher, complimented me on my singing voice today. o.O I think I was singing a snatch of Everyone's A Little Bit Racist. She asked me if I was in a production or something. Kinda bizarre. Voice lessons. . . yes, I would like voice lessons.
Yeah, gotta go do homework now, as much as I love randomly ranting to all of you.
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New lyrics on the side - if you want a translation, google them. :P
And on that note, I am off to read Things Fall Apart for an hour or so before diving into my homework which is actually due tomorrow. o.o
o.o I am creeped out by the similarities between myself and Veronica. Our taste in music is near indistinguishable, and we are both fabulously aerodynamically curvacious. xD
Yeeeaaah, I'm cold. Brr. Winter is afoot.
Shakespeare Obsession
What's Your Obsession?
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Okay, well, it's more accurate than most of the other answers. o.O Only other thing that even sort of applies is perfection obsession. ::twitch:: Just a little OCD. Just a little.
Edit: It's probably important to note that a) the line quoted in my result accurately expresses *both* results that apply to me and b) I know the context of that line and have heard it spoken by nude Lady Macbeth in Roman Polanski's film, which was produced by Playboy. xD I am a terrible, strange, wonderful person.
Uwaaaa! Ninja blog update.
Yeah, it's lunchtime and I have nothing better to do, so here I am. I am sitting next to Frank, who is now on the sidebar. :) He's looking pretty damn hot today, all dressed up for his swim meet. And his hair is so soft! O.O Anyone local: mess up Frank's hair and bask in the fuzzy glory.
. . . . . entries for 6.12.04 . . . . .
Well god *damn.* It looks like it's several hours earlier than it really is outside, because the bloody *snow* makes everything look lighter. Oh, I don't like being cold. I don't like it at all.
Yeah, so I'm a loser for putting song lyrics in the sidebar. At least you don't have to put up with them clogging the actual entries anymore. :P
Right, there's some ridiculously massive revamping of the sidebar going on now. xD Enjoy.
And I reitterate: Dan rocks my world. I mean, really, all the CTK's do, but Dan seems to actively rock more than some people. Like Kate, who hardly talked to me throughout Yuletide. :( Alas!
I've tweaked the sidebar a little. I wonder if anyone can tell. :P
Observe: Veronica is now linked to on the sidebar. :)
Also observe: Dan rocks my world.
Dan: hey, if i'm ever to kidnap you for charlie and officially be his job-man, then i need to know where you live. i need to know it like the back of my hand
Me: xD that would be. . . so strange. but so awesome.
Dan: i'll pull up in front of your house, wearing a black suit with black suspender and a skinny black tie, donning stylish black sunglasses. i'll honk the horn. it's 4pm.
Me: PM or AM? xD PM seems to have less intrinsic charm than AM.
Dan: would you be up at 4am ?
Me: no, which is why it'd be so charming. xD
Dan: haha. alright then. fine. i'd get out of the car, and honk the horn. sit on the front panel until you show up, your bags packed. you're not showered but that's alright. you don't smell, which is good. we drive off, your belongings in the trunk. i bring a camera and take a polaroid on the Niskayuna city limits sign. we drive on and grab some breakfast real quick. i turn up the cd player. i scream "nisky radio is rubbish" over the blaring noise of obscure indie tunes. we drive. on and on. 6:30 or so, we get to Charlie's doorstep. i ring the doorbell and have you hide behind me. he comes to the door, disheveled and asking what the hell im doing here. why im up this goddamn early. i smile. i step aside and let him get an eyeful of you in his half-awake stupor. three words. "holy. freakin'. shit." i drive off into the sunrise and let you two enjoy yourselves, not wanting to ruin the fun. fin.
Much love for Dan - I encourage all parties capable of doing so to harass him about coming to Snowball.
Another note: It would have been cool if my hotel room was on, like, the fiftieth floor. No elevator.
. . . . . entries for 5.12.04 . . . . .
Also - read Charlie's blog for an account of one of the memorable events of the evening. Since I wasn't the one experiencing the righteous anger, I can't quite do it justice. But gods, I love him. :)
Right, so I'm back. o.O Been back for a while, actually, but I was at Colin's house doing the roleplaying thing. I am the godly fish woman. No, seriously. And I am the godly one because I suck at D&D, but I am a good roleplayer. Does this make sense? Well, damn it, it should.
Talking about D&D might be better than talking about last night. While I had a great time, I dunno how much y'all wanna hear me being sappy and nostalgic. But I shall make notes, so that I myself may remember:
I totally lost count, but if Veronica thinks she won our war, fine. Please yourself, Vera darling. (I think I may have enjoyed our war more, due to what it entailed. In my world, I won. :) )
We're JEWISH. You bastards.
What is it with people being fascinated with that fiberoptic Christmas tree? Good grief. o.O
I was definitely talking about Mona Lisa.
YES, eskimo kisses are the cutest thing ever.
Erin finally danced with a boy. Two, even.
Natalie, you don't need to yell at me. No, really. You *don't.* Sorry we couldn't call you, though - no cell phones allowed at the dance. Alas.
I really need to learn how to swing properly. . . gah.
It was. . . wet.
And aaah, yeah. I think that's all I can quip about properly here. Maybe I'll do some paper-and-pencil journaling later, for my own purposes. For now: transforming the trigonometric curves, kiddies. Imagine my bloody *ecstacy.*
. . . . . entries for 3.12.04 . . . . .
Interesting. . .
The Animal Spirit!
What was your job in a past life? (LOTS of results & Anime Pics)
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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Those are some of my lines in my English class' mini-production of Macbeth. xD Mwahaha, I get the awesome soliloquoy. Mine! ALL MINE!
Wheehee, I just presented in Latin class. It went over pretty well. I have a bio drop - in other words, the rest of my day is gonna be absolutely *thrilling.* Oddly enough I am still operating on a kind of manic energy in spite of my four and a half (or so) hours of sleep. Eeeeeeeee. ^.^
And on that note, I go into full fangirl mode as soon as I get home from school. O.O Tomorrow will be *excellent.*
. . . . . entries for 2.12.04 . . . . .
The following is a rather amusing something that Elle did to me. xD Be warned. She is a crazy girl, that Elle. o.O
randomness: Hey, sweetie. Why not gimme a ring at 941 423 1445 nad we can hook up *wink wink*.
me: please die. :)
randomness: u seem interesting, canw e talk more?
Are you still there?
me: o.O people who ask you to die are. . . interesting?
you're a strange soul.
randomness: matt 15/male/florida
me: mmmno. happily not single and happily far away from you.
randomness: what about me?
me: what do you mean, what about you? I have no interest in you.
randomness: i dont mean to bother u but I found ure sn on my buddy list for reason
me: oh really.
randomness: for sure
me: I'm sure a little pixie put it there for you to find.
for clearly we were destined for one another.
randomness: nope lol
haha, FunnyMuffin.com has really funny pictures. have you ever been there?
me: well, then why are you talking to me? if it wasn't a pixie, clearly it was no one of much importance.
and no, I have not.
at the moment I am at mythweb.com, researching Orpheus, who is much cooler than you.
randomness: I am always well
maybe ;)
me: no, definitely.
randomness: ok then
???
me: . . . why are you still talking to me?
randomness: im not that interetsing, lol
me: evidently. o.O
You've been beaten out by a mythological being. how does that make you feel?
randomness: oh crap i forgot my dentist appointment lol
Your not talking
me: um, yeah.
that's because I have nothing to say to you. o.o
randomness: ok
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. . . . . entries for 1.12.04 . . . . .
Blah, both the tagboard *and* Gaia are down. What is a girl to do (besides homework)?
I got a warmfuzzy early Christmas present today. I am indeed warmfuzzy, but my hands are still cold because yes, boys and girls, my circulation still sucks. Get me decent veins for Christmas, please.
Sometimes I think Matt is cool, then I realize that I was almost definitely high when I was thinking that. o.O No, seriously. Frank, stop reading over my shoulder. You bastard. STOP IT. ::smack::
Frank: Ow.
You deserved that.
Anyway, yeah. Matt even reminds me of Sir Charles sometimes, and then he just does something characteristically Matt-like and I am snapped back to reality. -.- Silly Baxterchilde.
come home?
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