2003-11-25
Well, I'm trying to do homework. I really am. I spoke with my lab partner today and, stupid me, I agreed to put together the lab report. I was supposed to have received it at 12:30 this afternoon. Granted, I got to school a bit later than that as I was picking out new glasses today. Well, it is currently 1:30 and I have yet to receive the required information.
AARG!! GRR!! *profanity, profanity, profanity* I want to get this done so I can go home and do other homework!! GAH!! Remind me to stop being so nice to people. The next time I start acting nice... just SMACK ME UPSIDE THE HEAD!! I shall, from now on, be a horrible, sarcastic, mean, evil BITCH!!! And to those of you (okay, all of you) who are wondering "And how's that any different from the way your are right now?".... SCREW YOU!!
Now that that's out of the way, I shall now waste time... I mean, occupy my time, by doing a couple more quizzes. Yeah, that's right. You heard me. On to the next quiz.
As if you were born into a world of tears, you
always tend to look at the darker things in
life. Inside you crave attention yet push away
society, and you're a hopeless romantic. Drawn
to things like the occult and mysteries, you
spend your time daydreaming of "What
If's".
What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Sorrow? Why do I always get the crackpot answers?? Just because I like black doesn't mean I'm a sarcastic, negative, antisocial, suicidal, loner... wait a second. I think I see their point. Hm. Point well taken. *Goes and plays with sharp objects while listening to her DEATH music*
I kid... I kid. I kinda like life. But taht doesn' stop me from being a sarcastic, negative, antisocial etc. etc.... you get the point. Next quiz!!
You are Wintergreen.
You are cool and collected. You are very
comfortable with yourself and what you do.
Even if you have a lot of responsiblities, you
always manage to be in control. You are
sometimes laid-back and you are always the
voice of reason. However, others may see you
as lazy or detached sometimes, unable to act
responsibly.
Most Compatible With: Lime
Which Tic-Tac Flavor Are You?
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Cool and collected?? My, how it lies. I get along with lime?? What the heck does that mean?? Ah, I get it now that I've gone back and read all of the answers. "Quirky..." "Your own person"... that describes almost all of my friends. Especially the quirky part. Heh. Next quiz!!
What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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WHEE!! I'm the cute one. :D Though sometimes I'm a bit more like Dory. But not in the good, cute and innocent way. In the ditzy, always lost way. *hangs head in shame* Next quiz!!
You're totally evil. When you wake up in the
morning and look in the mirror you say, 'I'm
gonna be evil today!' You know you're evil and
you love it.
Click here
to become an evil vampire.
*How evil are you?*
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*giggles, jumps up and down* Goooooooo me!! Uh... I mean *steeples fingers, grins wickedly and laughs evilly (Mwahahahahaha)* Excellent.
Thug Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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Lol... I hought this was great.
You're Transgender Barbie! You're well, there's no
way to describe you. Pick a sex and stay with
it!
If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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What is it with the dysfunctional kid's toys quizzes?? Ah well, they're funny. So... I'm Ken in a dress. Interesting. Well, just because I'm not an unwed teenage mother, a sex fiend, a slut or a gangsta, I guess I kinda HAVE to be a Ken in a dress. It makes sense. Drunk monkey on LSD-laced crack waffels sense, but it does make sense.
Well, I think I'm gonna go hunt down that part of the lab report. Grr. Thank God it's the last one this semester. Then all this crap starts all over again in January. I think I'm gonna cry. Or drop out. Or both. *falls to the ground sobbing and simulteanously fills out forms to drop out of all of her classes. Except logic*
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AARG!! GRR!! *profanity, profanity, profanity* I want to get this done so I can go home and do other homework!! GAH!! Remind me to stop being so nice to people. The next time I start acting nice... just SMACK ME UPSIDE THE HEAD!! I shall, from now on, be a horrible, sarcastic, mean, evil BITCH!!! And to those of you (okay, all of you) who are wondering "And how's that any different from the way your are right now?".... SCREW YOU!!
Now that that's out of the way, I shall now waste time... I mean, occupy my time, by doing a couple more quizzes. Yeah, that's right. You heard me. On to the next quiz.
As if you were born into a world of tears, you
always tend to look at the darker things in
life. Inside you crave attention yet push away
society, and you're a hopeless romantic. Drawn
to things like the occult and mysteries, you
spend your time daydreaming of "What
If's".
What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Sorrow? Why do I always get the crackpot answers?? Just because I like black doesn't mean I'm a sarcastic, negative, antisocial, suicidal, loner... wait a second. I think I see their point. Hm. Point well taken. *Goes and plays with sharp objects while listening to her DEATH music*
I kid... I kid. I kinda like life. But taht doesn' stop me from being a sarcastic, negative, antisocial etc. etc.... you get the point. Next quiz!!
You are Wintergreen.
You are cool and collected. You are very
comfortable with yourself and what you do.
Even if you have a lot of responsiblities, you
always manage to be in control. You are
sometimes laid-back and you are always the
voice of reason. However, others may see you
as lazy or detached sometimes, unable to act
responsibly.
Most Compatible With: Lime
Which Tic-Tac Flavor Are You?
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Cool and collected?? My, how it lies. I get along with lime?? What the heck does that mean?? Ah, I get it now that I've gone back and read all of the answers. "Quirky..." "Your own person"... that describes almost all of my friends. Especially the quirky part. Heh. Next quiz!!
What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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WHEE!! I'm the cute one. :D Though sometimes I'm a bit more like Dory. But not in the good, cute and innocent way. In the ditzy, always lost way. *hangs head in shame* Next quiz!!
You're totally evil. When you wake up in the
morning and look in the mirror you say, 'I'm
gonna be evil today!' You know you're evil and
you love it.
Click here
to become an evil vampire.
*How evil are you?*
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*giggles, jumps up and down* Goooooooo me!! Uh... I mean *steeples fingers, grins wickedly and laughs evilly (Mwahahahahaha)* Excellent.
Thug Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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Lol... I hought this was great.
You're Transgender Barbie! You're well, there's no
way to describe you. Pick a sex and stay with
it!
If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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What is it with the dysfunctional kid's toys quizzes?? Ah well, they're funny. So... I'm Ken in a dress. Interesting. Well, just because I'm not an unwed teenage mother, a sex fiend, a slut or a gangsta, I guess I kinda HAVE to be a Ken in a dress. It makes sense. Drunk monkey on LSD-laced crack waffels sense, but it does make sense.
Well, I think I'm gonna go hunt down that part of the lab report. Grr. Thank God it's the last one this semester. Then all this crap starts all over again in January. I think I'm gonna cry. Or drop out. Or both. *falls to the ground sobbing and simulteanously fills out forms to drop out of all of her classes. Except logic*
Today's topic: I hate you Chrissy
Grr with the quizzes. I just had to do some. Crappy crappy crappy crappy.
you are the "I hate you so bad" happy
bunny. You hate everyone and eveything and your
not ashamed of it.
which happy bunny are you?
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Lol... this is so fitting. :D
Hm... I'm not yet sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. On the plus side, I get to say "We must take the ring deep into Mordor and toss it back into the firey chasm from whence it came." On the downside... I never get to smile. And Liv Taylor is my daughter. Woe is me.
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz.
Lol... I'd like to think I'm not this dark, depressing, homocidal and suicidal. Uh... gonna take my procaz now.
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I'm blue. And now I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!?!?!?!
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Hm... anyone see a theme here? Why am I always painted as the dark, depressing one? Hm... maybe I should give this 'colour' thing a try. Nah! Next quiz!! (Damn you Chrissy)
Sheesh, another fangirl. Well, I dont blame you.
How can any woman resist a sexy body, and the
ruggedness that is Wolverine? Hes a loner by
nature, a heavy drinker, and is plagued by
memories of his past...or lack thereof. It may
take time to work your way into his heart, but
when you do, he'll do anything for his woman.
Just be careful, he has a tendency to stab
people in his sleep. ^_^;;
Who Is Your Ideal X-Men 2 Mate? (ladies only)
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WHEEEEE! Happiness abounds. So I sorta kinda manipulated the results... so sue me. Who else would I want to hook up with... Patrick Stewart??? Great voice, but he's too much like someone's dad. Sorry... not for me. Wait... I know...
Your ideal mate is Nightcrawler. His appearance
may be a bit off-putting, but his heart and
personality more than make up for it. He is
shy and isn't very sociable and comes off as a
bit of a loner (but you'll fix that). He is
also devoted and strong, and he always seems to
just *pop* up whenever you need him the most. :
)
Who Is Your Ideal X-Men 2 Mate? (ladies only)
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Because he's so cute. :D
Which era in time are you?
No smart ass comment for this one. Wait... yes there is. Nyah nyah... I'm younger than Chrissy. BWAH!!
And I'm spent.
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Grr with the quizzes. I just had to do some. Crappy crappy crappy crappy.
you are the "I hate you so bad" happy
bunny. You hate everyone and eveything and your
not ashamed of it.
which happy bunny are you?
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Lol... this is so fitting. :D
 | Elrond If I were a character in The Lord of the Rings, I would be Elrond, Elf, ruler of Rivendell and father of Arwen. In the movie, I am played by Hugo Weaving. Who would you be? |
Hm... I'm not yet sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. On the plus side, I get to say "We must take the ring deep into Mordor and toss it back into the firey chasm from whence it came." On the downside... I never get to smile. And Liv Taylor is my daughter. Woe is me.
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz.
Lol... I'd like to think I'm not this dark, depressing, homocidal and suicidal. Uh... gonna take my procaz now.
© What's your Inner Goddess Color?? © Jen
I'm blue. And now I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!?!?!?!
<<>>???What Kind Of Angel R You???<<>>( Anime Pics )
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Hm... anyone see a theme here? Why am I always painted as the dark, depressing one? Hm... maybe I should give this 'colour' thing a try. Nah! Next quiz!! (Damn you Chrissy)
Sheesh, another fangirl. Well, I dont blame you.
How can any woman resist a sexy body, and the
ruggedness that is Wolverine? Hes a loner by
nature, a heavy drinker, and is plagued by
memories of his past...or lack thereof. It may
take time to work your way into his heart, but
when you do, he'll do anything for his woman.
Just be careful, he has a tendency to stab
people in his sleep. ^_^;;
Who Is Your Ideal X-Men 2 Mate? (ladies only)
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WHEEEEE! Happiness abounds. So I sorta kinda manipulated the results... so sue me. Who else would I want to hook up with... Patrick Stewart??? Great voice, but he's too much like someone's dad. Sorry... not for me. Wait... I know...
Your ideal mate is Nightcrawler. His appearance
may be a bit off-putting, but his heart and
personality more than make up for it. He is
shy and isn't very sociable and comes off as a
bit of a loner (but you'll fix that). He is
also devoted and strong, and he always seems to
just *pop* up whenever you need him the most. :
)
Who Is Your Ideal X-Men 2 Mate? (ladies only)
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Because he's so cute. :D
No smart ass comment for this one. Wait... yes there is. Nyah nyah... I'm younger than Chrissy. BWAH!!
And I'm spent.
2003-11-24
CHRISSY IS EVIL!!
She has new and enticing quizes on her blog and I must now try them out. That little wench. *pout* However, I'ma only gonna do one this time 'cause I need lunch. Food!!! I decided to do the smurf quiz.
Find your inner Smurf!
I'm certain this is the generic, you-don't-fit-into-any-category-so-we'll-just-toss-this-one-attcha answer. Kinda funny 'cause my mom used to call me her little Smurfette. The quiz hates me. Gah.
BTW... went to Minneapolis this weekend with Carla and Lynnsey. Was fun... will have more details on that later.
P.S. I got to pet a shark. And a sting ray. No joke. I now want a pet sting ray. They're so cute!!
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She has new and enticing quizes on her blog and I must now try them out. That little wench. *pout* However, I'ma only gonna do one this time 'cause I need lunch. Food!!! I decided to do the smurf quiz.
I'm certain this is the generic, you-don't-fit-into-any-category-so-we'll-just-toss-this-one-attcha answer. Kinda funny 'cause my mom used to call me her little Smurfette. The quiz hates me. Gah.
BTW... went to Minneapolis this weekend with Carla and Lynnsey. Was fun... will have more details on that later.
P.S. I got to pet a shark. And a sting ray. No joke. I now want a pet sting ray. They're so cute!!
2003-11-19
The world is silent, the night as deep and dark as the tomb. Clouds drift through the sky, forlorne phantoms neither belonging to or apart from this world. Their melancholy, vague figures pushed aside, hurried along by some unseen, etheral hand. A break in their gathering reveals a pale sliver of the moon, her normally waxen light somehow made clearer, sharper by the coldness of the night air.
Frost gathers on a window pane, catches the light of the moon. Reflected, diffracted... feeble light shines in an abandoned room. The polished wood floor attracts the moonbeams, captures them and stretches them across it's surface. Bookshelves, ornate wooden desk, padded leather chair... all are bathed in this unearthly glow.
A door opens, shattering this world of blissful silence. Harsh brightness from elsewhere invade this room, chasing away the frail, delicate shimmers of moonbeams. The door closes, the cruel light from beyond banished once more. The frightened moonbeams are left in peace, as they were before. However, they were no longer alone with the night and the room.
A footstep echos on the wooden floor, then another and another. The moonbeams dance and scurry away from the feet, afraid of being bruised and broken under the uncaring weight of the interloper. A silent shadow steals across the floor, stalking and scaring the precious light from the moon. Across the room, behind the desk... then stops in front of the frosted window. The noise ceases, the prowling shadow lies still. The moonbeams are grateful, yet cautious.
Steady breathing fills the room, a heartbeat just barely heard. The figure, whose face remains shrouded in darkness, holds up a little box and a stick... rubs the two together. Harsh light invades the room again, but it is small, contained, flickering and frail. The figure brings it to their face, places it against a small cylinder that it has cradled between it's lips. Inhales, ignites the cylinder... writhing strands of orange light appear on it's tip until, fully lit, the end of the cylinder becomes a glowing orange thing.
The figure shakes the little stick a bit, the flame disappears, and the moonbeams rejoice. The figure puts it's fingers to it's mouth, remove the burning, smoking cylinder and suspend it in the air. Silence, for several seconds more. Then, it speaks.
"Just when I thought I was out," it drawls, sounding dark and sinister, "they drag me back in." It pauses, the moonbeams quiver in anticipation. Then it is bringing the cylinder to it's face and replacing it between it's lips. Inhales, pauses... then harsh noises pierce the night air.
*cough cough hack hack cough gasp wheeze*
This continues, the moonbeams flee. Finally the noises stop.
"What the hell am I doing?" I demand, looking incredulously at the cigarette in my hand. "I don't even smoke!" I look around, see an ashtray on the desk and put out the partially-burned cigarette.
"So anyways," I continue, "all this to say I thought I had escaped the clutches of Carla and Lynnsey (But especially Lynnsey. But especially Carla), but no... that's too much to ask, isn't it?" I pace around furiously for a few brief moments. The moonbeams quiver and tremble nervously. I stop. "Geez, guys, enough already. Just screw off, why don't you?" And lo, the moonbeams screwed off.
"As I was saying, I failed miserably in escaping their treacherous clutches. 'So, Theresa, how much Kenshin have you watched?' you ask? A few episodes last night. I finished 46 yesterday. You happy now? Huh? Huh? Areya?? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, YOU BLOODY HARPIES!?!?!"
And I'm spent.
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Frost gathers on a window pane, catches the light of the moon. Reflected, diffracted... feeble light shines in an abandoned room. The polished wood floor attracts the moonbeams, captures them and stretches them across it's surface. Bookshelves, ornate wooden desk, padded leather chair... all are bathed in this unearthly glow.
A door opens, shattering this world of blissful silence. Harsh brightness from elsewhere invade this room, chasing away the frail, delicate shimmers of moonbeams. The door closes, the cruel light from beyond banished once more. The frightened moonbeams are left in peace, as they were before. However, they were no longer alone with the night and the room.
A footstep echos on the wooden floor, then another and another. The moonbeams dance and scurry away from the feet, afraid of being bruised and broken under the uncaring weight of the interloper. A silent shadow steals across the floor, stalking and scaring the precious light from the moon. Across the room, behind the desk... then stops in front of the frosted window. The noise ceases, the prowling shadow lies still. The moonbeams are grateful, yet cautious.
Steady breathing fills the room, a heartbeat just barely heard. The figure, whose face remains shrouded in darkness, holds up a little box and a stick... rubs the two together. Harsh light invades the room again, but it is small, contained, flickering and frail. The figure brings it to their face, places it against a small cylinder that it has cradled between it's lips. Inhales, ignites the cylinder... writhing strands of orange light appear on it's tip until, fully lit, the end of the cylinder becomes a glowing orange thing.
The figure shakes the little stick a bit, the flame disappears, and the moonbeams rejoice. The figure puts it's fingers to it's mouth, remove the burning, smoking cylinder and suspend it in the air. Silence, for several seconds more. Then, it speaks.
"Just when I thought I was out," it drawls, sounding dark and sinister, "they drag me back in." It pauses, the moonbeams quiver in anticipation. Then it is bringing the cylinder to it's face and replacing it between it's lips. Inhales, pauses... then harsh noises pierce the night air.
*cough cough hack hack cough gasp wheeze*
This continues, the moonbeams flee. Finally the noises stop.
"What the hell am I doing?" I demand, looking incredulously at the cigarette in my hand. "I don't even smoke!" I look around, see an ashtray on the desk and put out the partially-burned cigarette.
"So anyways," I continue, "all this to say I thought I had escaped the clutches of Carla and Lynnsey (But especially Lynnsey. But especially Carla), but no... that's too much to ask, isn't it?" I pace around furiously for a few brief moments. The moonbeams quiver and tremble nervously. I stop. "Geez, guys, enough already. Just screw off, why don't you?" And lo, the moonbeams screwed off.
"As I was saying, I failed miserably in escaping their treacherous clutches. 'So, Theresa, how much Kenshin have you watched?' you ask? A few episodes last night. I finished 46 yesterday. You happy now? Huh? Huh? Areya?? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, YOU BLOODY HARPIES!?!?!"
And I'm spent.
2003-11-18
Yes... I've tried to make more changes to my blog and screwed up royally. Will badger Carla or Lynnsey to help me fix them. That is all. Stop complaining about how crappy this blog is. I told you it'd suck. The name itself is my disclaimer. What... you need a better disclaimer?? Fine.
Disclaimer: In case you have not already noticed, as per the name I have chosen, this blog SUCKS. Royally. The content sucks, the layout sucks, the color scheme sucks, the spelling sucks. Any non-sucky content of this blog is purely accidental, as it was probably written/set up on one of those extremely rare days where some omnipotent, omnipresent being that decides to screw with my life deemed to give me a good day as opposed to the normal, screwed-up, illogical, drunk-monkey-on-LSD-laced-menchi-crack-waffles, all-signs-of-Armagedon-happing-to-me-within-the-space-of-five-minutes days that normally make up my life. If you do happen to come across any non-sucky content... I am truly sorry. Please inform me so that I may remove it from this blog. Thank you.
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Disclaimer: In case you have not already noticed, as per the name I have chosen, this blog SUCKS. Royally. The content sucks, the layout sucks, the color scheme sucks, the spelling sucks. Any non-sucky content of this blog is purely accidental, as it was probably written/set up on one of those extremely rare days where some omnipotent, omnipresent being that decides to screw with my life deemed to give me a good day as opposed to the normal, screwed-up, illogical, drunk-monkey-on-LSD-laced-menchi-crack-waffles, all-signs-of-Armagedon-happing-to-me-within-the-space-of-five-minutes days that normally make up my life. If you do happen to come across any non-sucky content... I am truly sorry. Please inform me so that I may remove it from this blog. Thank you.
*manly laugh* Ha ha!! I outrank you all. That's right... on the Salty Monkey... you are ALL at my mercy. And once again, let me say... Ha ha!! Plus, I've sacked more ships than y'all. So... Ha ha!!
But... syphilis... who, me? Note to self: should not have slept with Graymalkin (ie: my parrot) after she slept with Long John. Arg.
But if you type your name with lowercase, the result is different than with first letter caps. See...
A grunt? Screw that!! That was before I killed the former captain of the Salty Monkey and took his place. Arg. Went down with the ship. Eh... at least it's not syphilis. Wait a sec... syphilis- sex involved... going down with the ship - no sex involved. Give me syphilis any day!! Unless, as the ship's going down, I get to drag a crew member (James Marsters, who else) into the closet for one last quickie.
And I'm spent.
2003-11-17
Medri is your Vampire name.
You are a god/goddess to everyone around you.
Nobody will ever say a bad thing about you or
turn against you, because nobody is better than
you at anything.
To use your new Vampire name and become a Vampire,
go here:
www.life-blood.vze.com
What is your Vampire name?
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I'm a goddess? HUH?? Eh... I guess I can't argue with that. Next quiz!! (Damn you Chrissy)
Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and
your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and
as many say "Your head is in the
clouds."
What type of eyes do you have?
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No argument there. Uh... what was I doing again. Hm? Next quiz!!
hand holding - you like to be in constant physical
contact with your special someone but you don't
want to take things too quickly.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Sweet and chaste. Unless you happen to be Carla, Lynnsey or Tannis. Or James Marsters. But especially if you're James Marsters. Next quiz!!
Morpheus
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Eh... I guess this one's okay (one I got without cheating). There's no denying that I live in my own world.
Your soul is bound to the Yellow Rose: The
Gentle.
"I've travelled through the land of
surrender and seen it all. I throw my heart
out and keep my head up, and now I travel
through the land of peace."
The Yellow Rose is associated with friendship,
intuition, and fun. It is governed by the
goddess Hestia and its sign is The Intertwined
Rings, or True Friendship.
As a Yellow Rose, you always look out for your
friends. You would much rather have strong
ties with friends than a single tie with a
lover and your devotion to your friends is
clear. You may have great intuition and be
able to read emotions clearly, but sometimes
you can seem distant yourself.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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Cool. A flower. :D Next quiz!!
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You are a god/goddess to everyone around you.
Nobody will ever say a bad thing about you or
turn against you, because nobody is better than
you at anything.
To use your new Vampire name and become a Vampire,
go here:
www.life-blood.vze.com
What is your Vampire name?
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I'm a goddess? HUH?? Eh... I guess I can't argue with that. Next quiz!! (Damn you Chrissy)
Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and
your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and
as many say "Your head is in the
clouds."
What type of eyes do you have?
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No argument there. Uh... what was I doing again. Hm? Next quiz!!
hand holding - you like to be in constant physical
contact with your special someone but you don't
want to take things too quickly.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Sweet and chaste. Unless you happen to be Carla, Lynnsey or Tannis. Or James Marsters. But especially if you're James Marsters. Next quiz!!
Morpheus
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Eh... I guess this one's okay (one I got without cheating). There's no denying that I live in my own world.
Your soul is bound to the Yellow Rose: The
Gentle.
"I've travelled through the land of
surrender and seen it all. I throw my heart
out and keep my head up, and now I travel
through the land of peace."
The Yellow Rose is associated with friendship,
intuition, and fun. It is governed by the
goddess Hestia and its sign is The Intertwined
Rings, or True Friendship.
As a Yellow Rose, you always look out for your
friends. You would much rather have strong
ties with friends than a single tie with a
lover and your devotion to your friends is
clear. You may have great intuition and be
able to read emotions clearly, but sometimes
you can seem distant yourself.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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Cool. A flower. :D Next quiz!!
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?
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Nyah nyah!! :P Next quiz!!
What... no more quizzes on Chrissy's blog?!?! WAH!!
And I'm spent.
Yes, yes... I TOTALLY cheated and lied on the quiz to manipulate the results. Wyh, you may ask? (Actually, if you're a normal person, you'd be asking 'WHY' and not 'WYH'.) Two words: Cute Picture.
I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your
romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming
tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants,
Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do
think that love can overcome anything. You may
be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in
the right place. You've probably got one of
those relationships where proper nouns have
been replaced with "Snookums" and
"Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness
overload.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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Anyone who really knows me is rolling their eyes and thinking 'Yeah, this is so totally Theresa.' I get the sarcasm guys, and agree with you. Though it's a toss-up between which is more unlikely... me crooning on about 'Twue Wuve' and calling my sig other 'Pookie Pie' or me dressed up in more leather than a biker's bar and living a BDSM lifestyle. Uh... maybe just to preserve everyone's sanity and eyesight (don't want 'yall pulling an Oedipus Rex on me), we'll just imagine the former and scrap the latter.
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I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your
romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming
tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants,
Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do
think that love can overcome anything. You may
be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in
the right place. You've probably got one of
those relationships where proper nouns have
been replaced with "Snookums" and
"Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness
overload.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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Anyone who really knows me is rolling their eyes and thinking 'Yeah, this is so totally Theresa.' I get the sarcasm guys, and agree with you. Though it's a toss-up between which is more unlikely... me crooning on about 'Twue Wuve' and calling my sig other 'Pookie Pie' or me dressed up in more leather than a biker's bar and living a BDSM lifestyle. Uh... maybe just to preserve everyone's sanity and eyesight (don't want 'yall pulling an Oedipus Rex on me), we'll just imagine the former and scrap the latter.
Doing the quizzes I found on Chrissy's blog. Why? See numerous previous posts re: Procrastination. Hm... In this Saturday's paper, there was a comic that described me perfectly. It was Sherman's Lagoon. Go read it. I dare you!!
Shy, private, and protected, you have a need to be
heard, but your in control at least on your
blog !
What kind of blogger am I?
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I'm in control, at least on my blog?!?! Have these people ever seen my blog?? Odes to Procrastination, crackpot stories, references to Jabba the Hutt porn... what are these people on?!?! There's no control here... it's chaos... chaos. Mad, mad, insane, topsy-turvy, senseless CHAOS. And I can't spell. Well... next quiz!!
You must like to spank or be spanked, because your
romance is remeniscent of Secretary. A truly
modern love story, it shows that you don't need
to be conventional to be normal. You're
probably the type that owns a whole lot more
leather than what's upholstering your car or
sofa. Yeah, you know what I mean.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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Eh... I won't touch this one with a ten foot pole. Nuff said. Er... Next quiz!!
Aladdin!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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So I'm a liar and a thief? Well, nothing I didn't already know... but it's not nice for Quizilla to say that to my face. Who do they think they are? God?!?! Well, they are awesome and omipresent and they do judge others. Huh... I guess they really are God. Scared now. Next quiz!!!
How much of a pottymouth are you?
Rookie, eh? I'll show them, the fuckin' bastards. HA HA!! And I'm spent.
Current mood: *sings* I'm super, thanks for asking. All things considered I couldn't be better I must say... Because I'm feeling, so insanely super. Everything is super when you're... don't you think I look cute in this hat, this little suit, this matching tie that I got at Merv's?
Currently watching: The computer monitor
Currently listening to: People typing... but I've also got that song stuck in my head.
Current quote: "YES!! I've got the Holy Spirit. It's a great ride... you should get on that train." (From the movie The Italian Job. This line is said by Seth Green's character... and therefore is automatically cool. 'Nuff said.)
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Shy, private, and protected, you have a need to be
heard, but your in control at least on your
blog !
What kind of blogger am I?
brought to you by Quizilla
I'm in control, at least on my blog?!?! Have these people ever seen my blog?? Odes to Procrastination, crackpot stories, references to Jabba the Hutt porn... what are these people on?!?! There's no control here... it's chaos... chaos. Mad, mad, insane, topsy-turvy, senseless CHAOS. And I can't spell. Well... next quiz!!
You must like to spank or be spanked, because your
romance is remeniscent of Secretary. A truly
modern love story, it shows that you don't need
to be conventional to be normal. You're
probably the type that owns a whole lot more
leather than what's upholstering your car or
sofa. Yeah, you know what I mean.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
brought to you by Quizilla
Eh... I won't touch this one with a ten foot pole. Nuff said. Er... Next quiz!!
Aladdin!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
brought to you by Quizilla
So I'm a liar and a thief? Well, nothing I didn't already know... but it's not nice for Quizilla to say that to my face. Who do they think they are? God?!?! Well, they are awesome and omipresent and they do judge others. Huh... I guess they really are God. Scared now. Next quiz!!!
How much of a pottymouth are you?
Rookie, eh? I'll show them, the fuckin' bastards. HA HA!! And I'm spent.
Current mood: *sings* I'm super, thanks for asking. All things considered I couldn't be better I must say... Because I'm feeling, so insanely super. Everything is super when you're... don't you think I look cute in this hat, this little suit, this matching tie that I got at Merv's?
Currently watching: The computer monitor
Currently listening to: People typing... but I've also got that song stuck in my head.
Current quote: "YES!! I've got the Holy Spirit. It's a great ride... you should get on that train." (From the movie The Italian Job. This line is said by Seth Green's character... and therefore is automatically cool. 'Nuff said.)
2003-11-13
Had to do a quiz.
Well... no... didn't have to. (Damn you, Procrastination)
You are Storm!
You are very strong and very protective of those
you love. You are in tune with nature and are
very concerned with justice and humanity.
Unfortunately, certain apprehensions and fears
are very hard for you to overcome, and can
often inhibit you when most need to be strong.
Which X-Men character are you most like?
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Hm... I guess I can't complain. Or maybe I can. But I just don't feel like it right now. Though I think Storm must be the one they throw in for everyone who just doesn't fit anywhere else. Or I could be on crack. Wait... yes, I am. YAY CRACK!!!
Uh... on a further not, I just read a thing on the 'Net about some 30 year old guy who was freaking out 'cause his mom found is blog. He did not want his mommy finding his blog... it had reference to alochol and drug use. Just in case my mom/other family member sees this blog... no I am not a) gay b) a druggie c) a drunk d) gay e) gay f) obsessed with James Marsters. Wait a sec... yes I am!! I am so TOTALLY obsessed with James Marsters. Ha ha!!
Just had to clear that up.
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Well... no... didn't have to. (Damn you, Procrastination)
You are Storm!
You are very strong and very protective of those
you love. You are in tune with nature and are
very concerned with justice and humanity.
Unfortunately, certain apprehensions and fears
are very hard for you to overcome, and can
often inhibit you when most need to be strong.
Which X-Men character are you most like?
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Hm... I guess I can't complain. Or maybe I can. But I just don't feel like it right now. Though I think Storm must be the one they throw in for everyone who just doesn't fit anywhere else. Or I could be on crack. Wait... yes, I am. YAY CRACK!!!
Uh... on a further not, I just read a thing on the 'Net about some 30 year old guy who was freaking out 'cause his mom found is blog. He did not want his mommy finding his blog... it had reference to alochol and drug use. Just in case my mom/other family member sees this blog... no I am not a) gay b) a druggie c) a drunk d) gay e) gay f) obsessed with James Marsters. Wait a sec... yes I am!! I am so TOTALLY obsessed with James Marsters. Ha ha!!
Just had to clear that up.
Well, you may have noticed some minor changes to my blog.
First of all, there's not as much text as before. In fact, my Buffy stories that I had posted are gone. It's really not necessary to have them here. I'd rather have them set up on either my site or Chrissy's. 'Nuff said.
Secondly, there are new links, and descriptions for those links. I figured I needed more linkey stuffs on my blog. As you also may have noticed, the text color for the description of the links SUCKS. Well, that is to be expected. I am, in fact, aware of this. However, I don't know how to change it without changing the main body text color. I also can't think of a color off hand that would look good for both the body and sidebar background colors. Deal with it.
The placement of the text in the sidebar is also screwy. Once again, I'm aware with this but don't know how to fix it. Deal with it.
Finally, I highly reccomend that bored.com site... particularly the 'Bad Date' stories. I feel so sorry for some of those people. Ever wonder why I don't date? These tales of datey-woe have renforced my belief that dating (and men in general) are evil.
Anything else?? No? And I'm spent!
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First of all, there's not as much text as before. In fact, my Buffy stories that I had posted are gone. It's really not necessary to have them here. I'd rather have them set up on either my site or Chrissy's. 'Nuff said.
Secondly, there are new links, and descriptions for those links. I figured I needed more linkey stuffs on my blog. As you also may have noticed, the text color for the description of the links SUCKS. Well, that is to be expected. I am, in fact, aware of this. However, I don't know how to change it without changing the main body text color. I also can't think of a color off hand that would look good for both the body and sidebar background colors. Deal with it.
The placement of the text in the sidebar is also screwy. Once again, I'm aware with this but don't know how to fix it. Deal with it.
Finally, I highly reccomend that bored.com site... particularly the 'Bad Date' stories. I feel so sorry for some of those people. Ever wonder why I don't date? These tales of datey-woe have renforced my belief that dating (and men in general) are evil.
Anything else?? No? And I'm spent!
2003-11-12
Um... first things first...
I didn't put up a post for Rememberance Day yesterday. Bad me. I didn't go out, didn't wear my poppy that I bought. But I did have my moment of silence to reflect upon the sacrifices of thousands of young men and women who fought to make our world the place it is today. And I also thought of the soldiers currently in Iraq and who were recently in Afganastan.
Every time this year, people gather at shrines and monuments, people write or act out songs or plays about the senlessness of war and how peace should/will/could prevail. Every year people bow their heads in somber contemplation and remember those who died... whether they be friends, family, loved ones of any sort or just distant strangers whose existance we only pause to consider because of their heroic actions.
Every time countless people vow as one voice "Never again!" And yet a new atrocity is always waiting to happen. It rears its ugly head, people die and suffer and mourn. Then we point fingers, blame our neighbours, fear and confusion turn to suspicion, mistrust, anger then hatred. Then battle begins, blood is spilt, soldiers leave and only the lucky return. The dust settles, bodies are buried, tears are wept and again we cry "Never again!"
And in a perfect world, or even a world capable of being perfect, humanity may someday be able to keep to that vow. Yet ours is far from perfect, and I doubt that it ever will be. The Bible says that humans were cast from Paradise for tasting the forbidden fruit. I think that, perhaps, humans could never exist in Paradise. There will always be wrong in the world, and people will always find fault in others. Because, heaven forbid that people look to themselves and find blame. Fault and blame will always exist, they have for as long as reason has and will for as long as reason will. I say 'reason' because that is the force which brings thought, then morales, then a sense of wanting to know why these morales were opposed, and by whom.
As long as fault and blame and fear exist, there will be intolerance, violence, war. It is inevetible. And as long as people suffer from the horrors of war, the cries of "Never again" will resound. But they will be forgotten and unheeded in times when we should listen to them most. "Never again" shall resound forever more, and nothing will change. It is human nature.
And now all the optimists in the world are gonna hit me upside the head. Ah well, the truth is hard to hear.
But despite the fact that I believe war will always happen and nothing will ever change, that doesn't mean I don't appreciate and value the sacrifices that soliders and peacekeepers have made for their countries. "Friend" and "enemy" alike have fought and died for what they believed in... for something that they truly felt would make the world a better place for themselves, their families and futur generations. Whether they were right or wrong shouldn't make their sacrifice any less important, and shouldn't make the loss of their lives any less distressing.
And while setting aside a special day, the eleventh of November, to take pause and reflect on these men and women is an honourable thing to do, we must never forget what they have done for us. Honouring their memory one day a year and then forgetting it the other 364... this is not by any means right. And though we don't stop and think of these people every day of our lives, we do still honour them in a way. By enjoying life and the freedoms we possess, by remembering how lucky we are and how bad things could have been, by treasuring peace and avoiding violent conflict... this is why so many people died so many years ago, and why many keep on fighting today. So that, even if they died, people would still be able to carry on, and live good lives.
I didn't expect to stay on this subject for so long... I had more of my usual lightheartedness planned for today's post. But this message is nice the way it is, and anything else would ruin it.
Though I'm saying it a day late, Happy Rememberance Day.
The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854
Written April 10, 1864
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
(this poem was found at http://www.nationalcenter.org/ChargeoftheLightBrigade.html)
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I didn't put up a post for Rememberance Day yesterday. Bad me. I didn't go out, didn't wear my poppy that I bought. But I did have my moment of silence to reflect upon the sacrifices of thousands of young men and women who fought to make our world the place it is today. And I also thought of the soldiers currently in Iraq and who were recently in Afganastan.
Every time this year, people gather at shrines and monuments, people write or act out songs or plays about the senlessness of war and how peace should/will/could prevail. Every year people bow their heads in somber contemplation and remember those who died... whether they be friends, family, loved ones of any sort or just distant strangers whose existance we only pause to consider because of their heroic actions.
Every time countless people vow as one voice "Never again!" And yet a new atrocity is always waiting to happen. It rears its ugly head, people die and suffer and mourn. Then we point fingers, blame our neighbours, fear and confusion turn to suspicion, mistrust, anger then hatred. Then battle begins, blood is spilt, soldiers leave and only the lucky return. The dust settles, bodies are buried, tears are wept and again we cry "Never again!"
And in a perfect world, or even a world capable of being perfect, humanity may someday be able to keep to that vow. Yet ours is far from perfect, and I doubt that it ever will be. The Bible says that humans were cast from Paradise for tasting the forbidden fruit. I think that, perhaps, humans could never exist in Paradise. There will always be wrong in the world, and people will always find fault in others. Because, heaven forbid that people look to themselves and find blame. Fault and blame will always exist, they have for as long as reason has and will for as long as reason will. I say 'reason' because that is the force which brings thought, then morales, then a sense of wanting to know why these morales were opposed, and by whom.
As long as fault and blame and fear exist, there will be intolerance, violence, war. It is inevetible. And as long as people suffer from the horrors of war, the cries of "Never again" will resound. But they will be forgotten and unheeded in times when we should listen to them most. "Never again" shall resound forever more, and nothing will change. It is human nature.
And now all the optimists in the world are gonna hit me upside the head. Ah well, the truth is hard to hear.
But despite the fact that I believe war will always happen and nothing will ever change, that doesn't mean I don't appreciate and value the sacrifices that soliders and peacekeepers have made for their countries. "Friend" and "enemy" alike have fought and died for what they believed in... for something that they truly felt would make the world a better place for themselves, their families and futur generations. Whether they were right or wrong shouldn't make their sacrifice any less important, and shouldn't make the loss of their lives any less distressing.
And while setting aside a special day, the eleventh of November, to take pause and reflect on these men and women is an honourable thing to do, we must never forget what they have done for us. Honouring their memory one day a year and then forgetting it the other 364... this is not by any means right. And though we don't stop and think of these people every day of our lives, we do still honour them in a way. By enjoying life and the freedoms we possess, by remembering how lucky we are and how bad things could have been, by treasuring peace and avoiding violent conflict... this is why so many people died so many years ago, and why many keep on fighting today. So that, even if they died, people would still be able to carry on, and live good lives.
I didn't expect to stay on this subject for so long... I had more of my usual lightheartedness planned for today's post. But this message is nice the way it is, and anything else would ruin it.
Though I'm saying it a day late, Happy Rememberance Day.
The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854
Written April 10, 1864
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
(this poem was found at http://www.nationalcenter.org/ChargeoftheLightBrigade.html)
2003-11-05
Current mood: Slightly stressed, rather tired.
Currently watching: Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius. Cute movie.
Currently listening to: see above
Currently reading: Le décor en France au XVIIe siècle
Current quote: Jimmy, your dad's like a mind-controlled duck-man!!
Yes, procrastinating once again. Yay procrastination. Well, really, I just wanted to put that quote in from the Jimmy Neutron movie. It really is a cute flick. But I still have troubles accepting Patrick Stewart's character. Call my crazy, but it's odd hearing the guy who played Jean-Luc Picard and Professer X saying the words "funny-wunny". No, I really am serious. That movie has lots of great quotes.
So... what else to type. Nothing really. Back to work. I DON'T WANNA!!
By the way... Lynnsey sucks.
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Currently watching: Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius. Cute movie.
Currently listening to: see above
Currently reading: Le décor en France au XVIIe siècle
Current quote: Jimmy, your dad's like a mind-controlled duck-man!!
Yes, procrastinating once again. Yay procrastination. Well, really, I just wanted to put that quote in from the Jimmy Neutron movie. It really is a cute flick. But I still have troubles accepting Patrick Stewart's character. Call my crazy, but it's odd hearing the guy who played Jean-Luc Picard and Professer X saying the words "funny-wunny". No, I really am serious. That movie has lots of great quotes.
So... what else to type. Nothing really. Back to work. I DON'T WANNA!!
By the way... Lynnsey sucks.
First for a bit of mindless drivell. Yes, I have a post up. Yay me! I was supposed to do homework today... but Procrastination dropped in again. I swore I'd call it quits, that I'd send him away if he ever came knocking on my door again. But this realtionship is hard to end. It isn't love, not by a long shot. Whatever it is... it's sick and twisted and perverse and I like it. (To get the right effect, the whole phrase has to be said in a dark tone, except for the 'I like it'. That part is supposed to be chipper and cheery and happy.)
Where did that come from?? Kentucky again?? Huh. Just goes to prove nothing good ever comes out of Kentucky.
Today my procrastination took the form of fanfics. Two, to be precise. One cannot be shown yet because it is the Epilogue to a long, slow-going fanfic that I have yet to complete. How do I write an Epilogue to an incomplete story? Simple. Take one dash boredom, 2 cups inspiration, 1 tsp of spare time I don't really have to spare and a whole crap-load of EVIL! However, no one can see that Epilogue until the story is complete. Sucks to be y'all!!
The second story is as follows. There is an explaination. Read it. I dare you. Do it! Do it! Stick it to the man!! (That was for you, Lynnsey. Although I hate you.) Yes, peoples, it takes me forever to finish a simple blog competition (Which has yet to be judged. Damn judges. I mean... I LOVE you all! Vote for me!!) and one fanfic. Yet I can write two other fanfics in one night. I'm strange.
Now, time for homework. (And my clock lies. It's really 1:33 AM. HOMEWORK TIME!!)
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Where did that come from?? Kentucky again?? Huh. Just goes to prove nothing good ever comes out of Kentucky.
Today my procrastination took the form of fanfics. Two, to be precise. One cannot be shown yet because it is the Epilogue to a long, slow-going fanfic that I have yet to complete. How do I write an Epilogue to an incomplete story? Simple. Take one dash boredom, 2 cups inspiration, 1 tsp of spare time I don't really have to spare and a whole crap-load of EVIL! However, no one can see that Epilogue until the story is complete. Sucks to be y'all!!
The second story is as follows. There is an explaination. Read it. I dare you. Do it! Do it! Stick it to the man!! (That was for you, Lynnsey. Although I hate you.) Yes, peoples, it takes me forever to finish a simple blog competition (Which has yet to be judged. Damn judges. I mean... I LOVE you all! Vote for me!!) and one fanfic. Yet I can write two other fanfics in one night. I'm strange.
Now, time for homework. (And my clock lies. It's really 1:33 AM. HOMEWORK TIME!!)
