Wednesday, January 4, 2006

Quickie

Ah. Time passes.
People are born.
And all the luckey ones die.
At least that's what
Teniel and the other anivor think.

Just a quick poem. I've got to go now. See ja. *slips off*

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Monday, January 2, 2006

Dancing teeth I tell you!!! Dancing teeth!

Monty Pithon. So funny. Must not die laughing...

Off to read dirty gay fan fics! ^^ *slips off

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Saturday, December 31, 2005

Happy New Year!

I had a great year, well just as soon as last school year got out I did. Guh. I hated last school year! Twas hell in a bright blue posion bottle. *nods wisely*

Well, I've got to get back to the bonfire. See ja. *slips off*

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Quickie

I have little time, but I must say this. Xmas was wonderful, my uncle didn't come up but oh well, I got two games for my DS ^^, we have been watching Monty Pithon every evening since Xmas and Monty Pithon RULES, Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisiton!, dragons rule, I have new characters called Changelings, and that's it!

See ja! *slips off*

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Friday, December 23, 2005

Tomorrow and the day after and other news.

*sigh* It's almost time for me to go to bed. Then, tomorrow will be X-mas eve, the time for making cookies, cinniman buns, opening packages that came in the mail, putting presents under the tree, and making the Christmas Morning Plan. Also, because today's friday (no school tho') tomorrow will have those wonderful evening shows. Can't wait for Naruto, FMA, IGPX, Bo-bobo, One Piece, and Zach Bell. Ah, all those wonderful anime all in a row. Then to wake up to all those presents all in a row. Shall be beautiful.

Anyway, did anyone see FMA last week? I know it's a little late to be talking about it but, Marta might've met her end. Pitty. I liked her a lot. I think I reacted more to her death than to Grandma Nanna's. I'm strange, hunh?

Well, bed time. See ja. *slips off*

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Friday, December 16, 2005

Yeah!

I have a 1000 hits! Horray! *big grin*

Comment below if you haven't already. See ja. *slips off*

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Grandma news.

My Grandma died this morning, the one that was sick for a while. *sigh* So Mom has lost both her parents in less than a year. Must be hard. I haven't cried yet, though. Come to think of it, I didn't cry when Grandpa died either... I guess I don't cry that often. Well, except for the end of last school year, but that was hell in a bright blue posion bottle, so that doesn't count. *sad smile*

Well, see ja when I see ja. *slips off*

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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Alone

I keep to myself mostly.
It's not so bad.
I've my books,
my plushies,
and my imagination.
That's all I need.
I've a high speed 'net connection,
so I can order anything I like,
Plus get in some people time.
Viedo games are fun.
You know K.K. Slider
won't reach out and punch you...
Real people just hurt you.
It's nice to keep a good distance.

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I am not like the above. I was just feeling a bit lonely, so I decided to write it. *shrug* Whatever. Like it?

Comment below if you haven't already. See ja. *slips off*

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Random quotes

Person1: "What are you doing?"
Person2: "Hanging upside down for dear life, what does it look like?!"
Person1: "But you're right side up..."
Person2:"Person specific gravity, baka."

P1: "Boo!"
P2: "Hoo!"
P1: "Moo!"
P2: "Shoo!"
P1: "Coo!"
P3: "Uh, what are you two doing?"
P1&P2: *blink blink*
P1: "Dunno."
P3: *major sweatdrop*

P1: "What are you doing there?"
P2: "My ankle's broken."
P1: "You need any help?"
P2: "Naw, it should heal on it's own. I got the bone set good."
P1: "How long have you been here?"
P2: "Three days, but it's almost healed!"
P1: "I see."

SKF: thanks for the writer's crituique(sp?). It made me think of the good old days of Creative Writing. Heh.

Well, that's that. See ja! *slips off*

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Masks

They are lined up
on the shelf.
The girl goes there
every morning
and chooses one.
Many have never
seen her face.

She hates her face
her scared, scared face.
A pot of hot water
and a ten year old girl
met to create
bad burn scars.
She has hid her face
ever since.

They are varied,
those masks on the shelf.
Animal faces,
mockery of gods,
flower patterns.
Many prase her
for the creativity
of her masks.
But don't ask her
to take them off.
Please, for your own good.

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Well, do you like it? The first poem like this I've written in a while, eh? Heh.

Well, see ja. *slips off*

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