. . . . . entries for 31.5.06 . . . . .
In other news: Niskayuna Youth Court is a sick mockery of all it claims to stand for.
If the FFIX complete soundtrack exists online somewhere, it is not immediately apparent to me. If anyone is feeling particularly Erin-loving at the moment, they might consider looking for it. xD
NHS banquet?!
. . . . . entries for 30.5.06 . . . . .
I lied - not staying up 'til midnight. xD Easier to just get up a little early.
SLEEPY.
So these are the drawings of Jophiel I have so far! I like them all. :D I'll post them in the order I received them.
^^ by Reidun, the brains behind the plot I'm playing Jophiel in.
^^ by Pirate Dan. You all know Pirate Dan.
^^ by Lhinx, dearly beloved player of the Ronso warrior in our party.
. . . okay, no, this sentence is better. This was in a paragraph discussing Socrates and his many names. The last name was Gadfly.
Others refer to him as the Great Teacher, and after a moment’s thought, the connection between the two terms should be not only straightforward, but with a not remotely dark or unfair insinuation upon the scholar, who seeks to assist others in their quest for knowledge; a constant hiss in one’s ear, insisting that all knowledge be questioned and proven valid before accepted, just as a mosquito lovingly suggests that a vein could perhaps move a hair closer to the skin’s surface, that but a tiny drop of blood might seep from a generous pore to save her the onus of instructing the epidermis in the art of yielding to the caress of her West Nile-bearing proboscis.
. . . no. Seriously. Reread the last couple lines. "Instructing the epidermis in the art of yielding to the caress of her West Nile-bearing proboscis."
IT'S SO AMAZING
Now the sky's all tiger-lily orange. So puuuurrrdy.
Vera posted overwriting on her blog, so I went back to my Sleepy Hollow rewrite, and shit, that was fun to do. xD I still love it. One of my favorite sentences:
Certain it is, the place still continues under the sway of some tempting perfume, that holds a spell over the minds of those who live within, causing them to exist in a state of continual desire for the next opportunity for those cinnamon-spiced affections or nutmeg-lit moments spent perusing heavy, ungainly tomes of classical western thought, sipping, between the lines on yellowed pages, fantastically rich, dark, aromatic hot chocolate, procured from a bazaar of ages past, such that one would be hard-pressed to find in a modern marketplace.
SO GOOD
RAH
The sunset is completely golden. It's amazing.
In other news: I'm staying up until midnight, but I'm not telling you why.
OH MAN!
I am excited. Pretty soon, I am likely to have three different artistic renditions of my latest, greatest roleplaying character, Jophiel.
THIS IS THRILLING.
I AM A NERD.
GET OVER IT.
In case you're feeling inspired to try your hand at a drawing, here is the visual description of Jophiel:
Jophiel has pleasantly tanned skin, expressive, dark gray eyes and soft silver hair, which he wears in a long braid down his back. He keeps most of it in line with a peacock blue silk headband, hidden by a layer of his hair in the back, but a few strands inevitably hang over the cloth on his forehead and into his face. Jophiel's features are soft and smooth, and his normal facial expression is one of gentle compassion and silent understanding. He is fit, but not unusually muscular, with the exception of his arms, which need to be strong to control Veritas. He wears thick, brown leather shoulder armor, fused into a plate across his chest, along with gauntlets of a similar material. (He didn't always wear these, and has the talon scars to prove it.) From this armor extends a traditional preacher's collar in canary yellow, covering his neck completely. Other than this armor, his torso is bare. He wears baggy pants that match his headband, drawn tight around his hips with a strip of bright yellow silk, hung with leather pouches, and tucked into massive brown leather boots. On his chestplate is emblazoned a golden orange spiral, the symbol of his church.
Here is the description of his "stuff," which any inspired artiste may choose to include or to leave out of any image they might create:
Jophiel carries a mangrove quarter staff with magical properties; he also has two birds, a large, crested hawk (similar to his mother's), named Veritas, and an indigo-purple, ornately feathered little bird (about the size of a macaw) called Caritas.
. . . yeah, you know what, I thought the Veritas and Caritas thing was ENORMOUSLY clever. Lay off. xD
::does the dance of joyful nerdity::
So that's one election over, done with, and lost, as predicted. Two more to go, and that appointment-thing, too. Woo. Can you sense my absolutely ecstatic mood?
A storm's rolling in, and that is good. I like me a good summer storm.
I suppose it is just like an adolescent to like change.
. . . . . entries for 28.5.06 . . . . .
There is a certain inevitability in Paul Bettany movies. No matter what the role, he fairly consistantly appears nude or semi-nude at some point.
. . . not that I particularly object. The self-flagellation was a little offputting, but hey, the man is hot, even if he IS a psychotic albino monk. Silas seemed like a character I would write: crazy but fascinating, and best played by some gorgeous, fantastic actor like Mr. Bettany. Mrrr.
The DaVinci code wasn't the best movie ever, sure, but it left me, anyway - perhaps due to the fact that I sympathize with its general sentiment, if not the "facts" of the story - with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Religion is complicated, but faith doesn't have to be; sometimes it's too simple, even.
All the books, all the questions, the "coverups," whatever - no matter the truth (or lack thereof) in the movie, those conundrums are still present in organized religion. How the hell is the casual believer supposed to know who the true prophet is?
Cheers, then, to finding one's own faith, not in books but in life and experience and perhaps those things in history which are not so hotly contended. It's been working fine for me.
If you were my calculator, where would you be?
. . . . . entries for 27.5.06 . . . . .
A comprehensive history of modern American dance. You will be appalled, and very amused.
Props go to Frank, and through Frank to Boyang, for finding this little treasure. xD
I have a shiny new cell phone! And shiny new summer pants (size 9, though - that's kind of icky) and shiny new sandals. Wow. I SHOPPED today. How appalling.
My sister, and perhaps others, will be pleased to hear that I am doing an etching in art class. (Unnecessarily, no less - I could be working on my final project.)
That means my tremendous cat-of-sticks is done. I do not know what I am going to do with it, since neither the school nor the house really has room for the damn thing. xD Hmm.
. . . . . entries for 26.5.06 . . . . .
Wow. I love Bill Nye.
I am a terrible, terrible internetmonger.
OMG. Princess Bride fans, look here. xD So funny.
For the record: I love this summery weather. This is my weather, damn it. Mmm-mmm toasty. :D So stop bitching about how it's too hot! Jesus. xD
Hey. IT'S MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND.
I GET TO SLEEP.
THIS IS REALLY FREAKING COOL.
. . . in any case. Today went well inspite of its horrifically busy nature. A few people said they voted for me. Thanks if you did, and thanks if you voted for anyone at all - voting is an exercise in good citizenship! :D
If you didn't vote I guess I might not hate you forever if you give me cookies. (Chocolate chip with milk, please.)
The only discouraging part of my day happened in German class. My presentation went well, actually, but someone said something kind of pessimistic and, to be frank, wounding. I won't name the person, but suffice it to say that they are a surprising candidate for darkening anyone's day.
BUT NONE OF IT MATTERS.
BECAUSE IT'S THE WEEKEND.
WOOOOO WEEKEND!
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HEY.
HEY YOU.
REMEMBER TO
VOTE IN
STUDENT
GOVERNMENT
ELECTIONS
TOMORROW.
THANKS.
It is a gorgeous day. :D
This is really adorable. Just thought you should know.
. . . . . entries for 24.5.06 . . . . .
And on a somewhat different note: NS&D is really impressively fucked up, or rather, some of the people in it are. :P (The acronym was used deliberately. If you can't come to a conclusion about what it stands for through your own conjecture, chances are there's no reason for you to worry about it.)
I really don't get why some people suck so much!
OMG tired.
But I only have chem homework. But I have a lot of chem homework. But things have been worse. Much worse.
This is one of those unique more-than-ever moments. I am more tired than I have ever been. No lie. I'm even grouchy due to lack of sleep, and I'm never that way - at least, not to the point I myself notice it. o.o
Nap will happen soon.
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So in case any of you guys hadn't gathered,
I KIND OF FEEL LIKE DYING.
The punchline: I haven't even started my homework yet.
And also: Kaplan might be running for president of Congress? or maybe of our class? one or the other? I don't know?
I don't knoooooow!
Oh madness. Oh mayhem. Oh last five weeks of junior year.
WTF I'm almost a senior in high school.
And I'm SO
TIRED
*THUNK*
SO
FREAKIN
TIRED
DEAR LORD
Typing things for father dearest. I do not look forward to the onset of carpal tunnel.
My sleep scheduuuuuuu~le
is so royallyyyyyy~
screeeeeeeewwwwwww~~'d!
. . . . . entries for 22.5.06 . . . . .
So I did this with my playlist on shuffle, just calling them as they came up. I think this is really entertaining. Got it from Nicole the girl-genius. Love her madly. (Cake?)
How am I feeling today?
She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy - Kenny Chesney (at least we're off to a good start? o.O)
Will I get far in life?
Grief - Yasunori Mitsuda (. . . well shit.)
How do my friends see me?
Sanctus and Beneditcus - Palestrina, Westminster Cathedral (. . . uhh? . . .)
Where will I get married?
White Christmas - a clip in the lovely voice of Elle O'Connell <2
What is my best friend's theme song?
All Is Prepared - The D'Oyly Carte Opera Company (damned if I know who it's talking about. xD)
What is the story of my life?
I Can't Make You Love Me - Mary Coughlan (. . . somehow I don't think that's my whole life right there. :P)
What is high school like?
Vincent - Don McLean (whoa depressing. this meme is killing me.)
How can I get ahead in life?
Mother's Little Helper - The Rolling Stones (DRUGS!?)
What is the best thing about me?
Once Lost Light - Yasunori Mitsuda (. . . okay, getting better. . .)
What is today going to be like?
I Am Who I Am - Lara Fabian
What is in store for this weekend?
Why I'm Lonely - Harvey Danger (fuck!)
What song describes my parents?
Stranger Than Kindness, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (. . . hrm.)
To describe my grandparents?
Friends Will Be Friends - Queen
How is my life going?
I Will Love Again - Lara Fabian (must I really?)
What song will they play at my funeral?
(skipped a couple by artists I'd already had to get this one, SORRY FOR CHEATING.) Jeepster - T. Rex (and that's just fucking hilarious.)
How does the world see me?
Let Go - Frou Frou
Will I have a happy life?
1000 no Kotoba, Orchestral Version - Noriko Matsueda, Takahito Eguchi (hey, it's a pretty song. xD)
What do my friends really think of me?
It's Summertime (Throbbing Orange Pallbearings) - The Flaming Lips (. . . I don't even know what to say to this one.)
Do people secretly lust after me?
Break Down Here - Julie Roberts (whatever that means.)
How can I make myself happy?
Say Goodbye to Hollywood - Billy Joel (. . . Christ, that's bizarrely appropriate for my current feelings.)
What should I do with my life?
Good Year for the Roses - Elvis Costello (I will become a gardener. Yes.)
AHAHAHA!!!! BLOGGER IS LOADING AGAIN!
. . . so I am back from my pseudo-web hiatus. It was actually driving me a little crazy. It is depressing. Some people are addicted to things like nicotine, and I am addicted to Blogger. Wie dumm, wirklich.
Anyway. My rambly things shall resume starting today. Thank God. o.O Even if no one were to read this damn blog, I need somewhere to just type for typing's own sake.
. . . and perhaps to post pictures of me all gussied up occasionally. :P
. . . . . entries for 18.5.06 . . . . .
. . . okay, so today's Order of the Stick is basically phenomenal. If you haven't been following the series, don't look at it, but. . . but man. xD So good.
More interesting facts, this time from Latin class:
- Placebo, as in the sugar pill or the alternative band, means "I will please."
- Neal was out of class, presumably in the office (he was called away in the beginning of the block), the entire time.
Harummmm.
Also, Cyrano starts this evening. I am going! All you local folks should see it this weekend, if not tonight. It promises to be amusing.
. . . . . entries for 17.5.06 . . . . .
You know, I guess it's very wrong of me, but I am angry at Mac for switching to Intel chips. o.O A little voice in the back of my head is just going, "sellout! sellout!" My stupid indie instincts get the better of me sometimes, I guess.
I really do hope I don't drop dead before the Regents exams.
. . . . . entries for 16.5.06 . . . . .
SON OF A BITCH!
Some people just amaze me. o.O
. . . yeah, well, the guy I wanted to run for class president failed to get back to me, and I had a sort of campaign talk with my mom, so I'm running. :P
That's right, kids.
I'm running for
class president.
So vote, damn it.
Somehow I thought things would get less hellish after AP exams.
And after prom.
But NO. -.-
So I may or may not be running for class president. If I decide to, I have to write a speech for it tonight. I would really kind of prefer it if a certain someone else ran instead of me. :P (Maybe I'd run for VP?)
And there is also the foreign language thing tonight, and I have to write another MLK essay.
. . . but you know, after so much junk is dumped on you, it all sort of seems the same. Hell, but vanilla hell. Another project or something wouldn't really change much. -.-
. . . . . entries for 15.5.06 . . . . .
So here are some interesting facts:
- Sohail is suspended.
- Neal is suspended.
- I am not the sister named Cassie, as is short for Cassandra, but I seem to have acquired that same irritating problem of NO ONE LISTENING.
. . . yes. That and I feel terribly guilty, just now opening up the file in Appleworks in which will go my English paper due bright and early tomorrow.
Sneezy. Too cold for May.
Who reading this here blog is planning to see Cyrano sometime this weekend?
I have to write a paper tonight!?
(. . . maybe I should cut my nails.)
. . . . . entries for 14.5.06 . . . . .
I believe I have mentioned in this blog the strange capability of a particularly wrathful needle to pop a tremendous bubble of contentment? . . .
Disgustingly enough, I have a substantial amount of homework to do. o.O Yuck.
But - because it has been requested - I shall post a brief account of memorable prom moments. (The general chronology of events, aside from the prom and afterprom themselves, is recorded in the pictures.)
Right. So we were late starting out, before any of those pictures were taken. We literally passed the Burkemobile as we were going to their house. So we piled into said Burkemobile and went to get hair done.
So we did. Natalie's stylist works out of her basement, literally, and is very nice. And talented, of course. I drew her a picture of my desired hair and she put it on my head. Pretty cool. Like a matter compiler or something. (Hmm.)
And yes. I must go retrieve my dress from Susan's, where I left it last night. xD When we return: MAKEUP. RAR.
And I reiterate:
PROM WAS YESTERDAY (AND VERY EARLY TODAY).
TODAY IS MOTHER'S DAY.
GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR MOM, DUMBASS.
And that's all she wrote so far as pictures on the blog are concerned. I have several more of particular couples and what have you, so if you want 'em, ask. I'll e-mail them your way.
And then the limo! (The limo was totally sweet.)
And then the hallway before walk-in! I love this picture. It looks like I am maybe eating Greg's shoulder.
Our actual walk-in pictures are pretty bad, because our camera is kind of temperamental - but you get the idea. xD
Okay. So then, so then, we went to Susan's house, and more pictures ensued.
The boys were confused.
But in fairness, so were the girls.
Pictures of Greg and I being vaguely couple-y get their own entry. In spite of the fact that we aren't actually a couple or anything, they're still really cute pictures. xD
OH GOD
And then. . . THE BURKE HOUSE! Three lovely couples gathered, resplendant in formalwear, even if we don't know why we have to use button covers, in any case.
Then we put our formalwear on. My mom took pictures of my in our backyard, as she is wont to do. So here is me. In my backyard. In my prom dress. o.O
Then we got our makeup done. . .
So. This was the getting-ready bit of prom. Exciting, right? You bet it was. I was with Natalie and our moms all day. (Momma Burke wanted me to get my ears pierced. I didn't. I'm such a hippie rebel. :P)
First we got our hair done.
Alrighty. So this has nothing to do with prom. I took it today - Mother's day, which apparently is getting all the rain prom took a raincheck on. I think it is pretty.
Moms are nice. Do something nice for your mom today.
Prom pictures are in, ladies and gents. Soon they will be here! MWAHAHA!
. . . . . entries for 13.5.06 . . . . .
Honey, I gotta tell it to you straight. I clean up pretty damn nice.
Yeah, I should basically be way more excited than I am. Oooooh well.
The Burkenesses are picking me up for hairish things soon within the hour. I haven't been too worried about this, but y'know, if my hair sucks. . . that would suck. Hmm.
. . . . . entries for 12.5.06 . . . . .
Well. I guess I need my beauty rest.
. . . har har. xD
Goodnight, promgoers and other people. Tomorrow looks busy and sleepless!
I think "unceremoniously" is my favorite adverb.
The process of knitting then unraveling has a kind of unknowable tranquility to it. I kind of needed the tranquility after stalking around the local garden shoppe in the rain for, I don't know, ten or fifteen minutes. I like the rain, sure, and I like the flowers, but I wish I could *choose* when to go a'stalking through them.
Prom is tomorrow?
. . . . . entries for 11.5.06 . . . . .
Tomorrow (Friday) is Pirate Day. It is not Western Day. That is Communist propaganda. If you are a true American, you will dress like a pirate tomorrow.
WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?
Luciferian
Instead of worshipping Satan as a figure of Darkness, you worship Lucifer as a figure of liberation, illumination and wisdom. You are generally kind and caring, but you do have a darker side that rears up from time to time.
Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!
. . . yeah well. I guess if you're going to stick my belief system in a pigeonhole, that may well be the best one. xD What can I say? Lucifer is a pretty interesting figure.
And also: I'm a little peeved that no Eastern religions, or Islam, or Judaism, are on here. Seriously, guys. Paganism, Christianity and their respective spinoffs are not the end all and be all of organized belief.
I am such a terrible, flaming liberal sometimes.
| You Should Be A Poet |
 You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever. You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem. |
It was rather close with sci-fi writer, but. . . let's face it. I am more soppy than I am sciency.
| Your Quirk Factor: 54% |
 You're a pretty quirky person, but you're just normal enough to hide it. Congratulations - you've fooled other people into thinking you're just like them! |
Mwahahaha. I am a closet freak.
. . . and yes, I DID take a four-hour nap. To borrow a line of one of my favorite crazy theatre kids, don't judge.
Recently, I've been transplanting my stuff from midi tech onto my eMac at home. This is basically a good time. Hopefully my next computer - say, the shiny Mac laptop I may or may not get when I go to college - will have Garageband on it so I can continue to wreak havoc upon respectable composition techniques.
I am really VERY tired.
So I think I am going to go lie down again for like twenty minutes before I have to get up. -.- Today's going to be a blast, I can tell already.
Tonight is surreal.
I woke up at 3:30 AM (I was planning on getting up around 4:30 anyway, so whatever) from avowedly strange dreams. I dislike dreams that make me doubt reality; they are frustrating, and silly.
I also woke up to the sound of some night creature, damned if I know which one, making a high, rhythmic whirring noise that sounds rather a lot like a UFO landing or something. (Not that I've ever heard a UFO landing.) It still fades in and out. I kind of wish I knew what it was.
I might jot down some notes about my dream after writing my APUSH paper. It was an interesting dream, even if it was incredibly silly.
. . . . . entries for 10.5.06 . . . . .
The creative green curry operation went decently, although I prefer the original recipe. Maybe if I used flour. Or maybe we could just get the damn coconut milk. :P
So both Charlie and I are writing our final papers for English on Neil Gaiman - though he's focusing on Sandman and I'm not really focusing on anything. I find this funny. God knows why.
We are making experimental green curry with not-quite-correct ingredients this evening. We shall see how this goes.
. . . . . entries for 9.5.06 . . . . .
I've been going to bed all early-like lately. I'm pretty sure it spells certain doom for prom.
. . . oh well. I'll fall asleep on someone comfortable at afterprom. It'll be good.
Midi tech is a phenomenal class. I know because I am listening to something I arranged in it as I type. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen is so pretty. (And my soundtrack piece is so funky!)
Today was interesting. Promish things were accomplished. I was informed I am getting a "certificate of merit" or something from the math department. We watched a biographical video on Bobby Kennedy in APUSH, which I found not only interesting but a little tearjerking. But I'm, you know, a nerd, so I probably don't count.
. . . . . entries for 8.5.06 . . . . .
I think this page is pretty cool. And it makes me like the name Raphael even MORE.
My mom thinks Greg and I need grinding lessons.
. . .
. . .
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?
(I'm listening to Hey Baby by No Doubt, and am reminded of Colin checking out Genee's ass. It's a hilarious image.)
I can't believe prom is this coming weekend. o.O
Well. . . we all know who's excited about prom. Yup. We all know.
Other than prom, my life feels kind of normal. I think I'm still kind of in AP shock. And I won't even get my scores 'til July. Shucks.
. . . . . entries for 7.5.06 . . . . .
So. SallieMae is an impressively evil corporation. And it freaking gives STUDENT LOANS. Are there corporations that *aren't* evil?
Hey, kids. Erinblog poll time. Answer in the comments to this post.
Do you think affirmative action on account of race is a good idea? Why or why not (if you feel like elaborating, anyway)?
. . . and when I write the Arrogant Witch Monologue v. 2, I will post it here, because my blog clutter is thinning!
So, Then (Colin's NYSTI show) was pretty phenomenal. I'm thinking about writing the "Arrogant Witch" monologue (that being the one based on me, har har) in my own style, though, just for the hell of it. Could be interesting.
Yesterday and the business thereof almost make me feel like I have a life. It's weird. xD
. . . . . entries for 6.5.06 . . . . .
Ugh. Done with standardized testing for a little while. -.- I think my family must be weird. (No, really?) My parents get me roses whenever I have major tests. I currently have a dark red one (APUSH), a light yellow one (English lang and comp), and a bright red one (SAT).
We aren't nerds at all, clearly.
. . . . . entries for 5.5.06 . . . . .
Colin's NYSTI production is at 8 PM on Saturday at the New York State Theatre Institute. Everyone should go. It's going to be a riot. The title of the show is "So, Then." The students wrote it, and by the students I mean Colin, because none of the other theatre kids can write.
And one of the monologues is based on me.
IT'S GOING TO BE GOOD.
AP exams are over for the year. Next year I will have at least five! O.o I am so prepared to die.
And SAT tomorrow. So it isn't the weekend. Not really. Not yet.
I have had the song in my sidebar stuck in my head for the past couple of days on and off. It is wicked catchy, and I especially like "like a simile, I paint suggestive pictures of me and you." xD Oh, Harvey Danger.
SAT people: do something with me after the test. Like walk to Starbucks.
So here we are on Friday morning. Whatever studying has happened up until this point has happened. And now it's APUSH exam time.
I have that creepy, not-quite-nervous feeling that makes me nervous. I do not like it.
. . . . . entries for 4.5.06 . . . . .
| Gummy Bears |
 You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute. |
Of COURSE I don't procrastinate before incredibly major tests by posting blog clutter. What are you thinking?
| You Should Get a MD (Doctor of Medicine) |
 You're both compassionate and brilliant - a rare combination. You were born to be a doctor. |
. . . damn! xD
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
APUSH exam.
Tomorrow.
And tomorrow's just a day away.
. . . . . entries for 3.5.06 . . . . .
. . . I have the most random conversations with those nerdy guys that keep on hitting on me. HONESTLY.
So I think I'm cracking up. And maybe the AP exams and the SAT are helping me along, but I don't think that's the whole thing, really.
There are some things I just hate so damn much about myself, and I keep on hating them and hating them and I don't do a damn thing to fix them. It's making me crazy, and I guess it should. When I'm crazy maybe I'll try to do something about the self-loathing for like a week, before I lapse back into normalcy.
I can't afford to be crazy right now, damn it.
I wonder when I'll be able to be crazy. I wonder when I'll let myself.
. . . . . entries for 2.5.06 . . . . .
Pardon the lack of even vaguely sort of interesting blog entries lately. I am, like all the academia nuts of American high schools, freakin' out over AP exams this week.
I kind of wish Bloom had given us a practice AP essay like. . . once or twice. You know? That would've been SWEET. -.-
. . . . . entries for 1.5.06 . . . . .
Order of the Stick is getting really cool. xD Any nerd who reads this blog but *doesn't* read the comic should do some archive-cruising. It's a good time.
Also: AP Lang and Comp went well. I'm not allowed to talk about it though. SHHHH.
. . .
. . .
. . . FLAMINGOS.
That, of course, had nothing at all to do with the AP exam.
I swear, everything's on that goddamn intra-web nowadays.
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)