Tuesday, March 22, 2005

   Happy Easter!!!!
I just wanted to wish everyone a happy easter a little ahead of scedule cause I won't be here for a few days. I'm going to visit my family in New Jersey. Yay! ^_^

Yesterday was really sad. My dad came home crying from work yesterday. I asked him why, and he told me that his best friend died while he was driving his daughter back from a soccer game. He said that he had a heart attack. *sigh* It's NEVER easy to see a full grown man cry like that, especially when he's your own dad...I wonder when the funeral will be...
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Friday, March 18, 2005

   N'cha!!!
My hand is better, somewhat!!!! YAAAAAYY!!! Still hurts a bit, but I'll be fine! I'm now all cought up in the numanuma craze....can't get the song out of my head!!!! stupid dancing fat guy....
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   CONTEST TIME!!!!!


Here is the picture for the contest!!!!This pictuer was taken 2 years ago in one of those picture booths. I know, we all look like 3rd grade dorks, but hey, we where younger! Now, guess which one is me!!!!
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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

   ARRRRAAAGGHHHHH!!! *clutches hand*
Sprianed a few fingers on my right hand at Kwon-do last night. Whole hand is comepletly bruised! Soory folks, but the banner and the contest is going to be delayed till friday. I know, I know, your all VERY dissapointed...

See, what happened was I was practicing some on my hinge punches *when you swing your arm across your body at full speed towards the target* when I missed the padded part of the target and hit the hard, wood part. Something poped and my hand swelled up to the size of, well, the size of a large orange *VERY bad description*. I can barley type right now cause I also injured my wrist. I was planning to update the BG and stuff, but thats not gonna happen.


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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

200 HITZ!!!!!!
Domo arigato to all my friends who visit alot!!! I'm going to make a banner to celebrate as soon as I get back from Tae-Kwon-Do. Must train hard or sensei will make me do 100 extra pumping jacks!!!!!XD I WILL MAKE YOU PROUD SENSEI!!!!!!

I know 200 may not seem like much, but I just joined before Christmas, so I'm kinda new here. But hey, we all gotta stop somewhere!!!
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   Sorry I wasn't on yesterday
I didn't feel like logging on for some reason. So, the contest starts tomarrow, for all those interested, k?
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Sunday, March 13, 2005

I feel like visiting people today
So I'm gonna visit all my friend's sites!!!! YAAAAAY!!! But first, I must go to church, so I'll be on a little later.
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   Idea!!!
In a few days I'm gonna post a picture of me with some of my friends. What you guys have to do is guess which one is me!^^
Everyone who guesses right will have thier user names put into a hat and drawn randomly. Two lucky people will win the following:

1) a congratz certificate/banner for site
2) will get to read a new Chpt. of my fanfic a few weeks before everyone else
3) a print-out-poster of the characters from my fanfic with winner's first name on it
4)username and avvy posted on my profile for a month

Contest starts March 16th, good luck!!!


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Saturday, March 12, 2005

   Feeling a bit inspired by Trigun today...
So I changed a few things!!! Pretty nifty, ne? *did I just say nifty?? 0.o* Thinking bout posting my picture up so all my adoring fans can see who I am...should I??? Well, that's about it for now, and don't forget to sign ze guestbook, ya hear?!?!?
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Sunday, March 6, 2005

   Mirror image: chpt. 2, the cemetary
Sry this took so long to write...


As Faust approached the cemetery gate, he began to grow anxious. Something about the graveyard made him feel unwelcome….like he was an intruder in someone’s home. He looked around, but nobody else seemed to be there. “Where is she?” Faust said to himself impatiently. “There’s only 15 minutes left until the fight!” He started to pace back and forth, frequently checking his oracle pager for the time. There was still no sign of the mysterious necromancer.
After five minutes, Faust grew impatient. Cupping his hands around his mouth he called out for his opponent. “DINA!!!!!” he paused for a second to listen. After not hearing anything he called her name again, even louder than the first time. “DINA GENOVA!!!!” Still no answer. “Hmmm…I wonder…” Faust walked up to the cemetery gate. “She may be in here. After all, this is her cemetery…” Grasping one of the bars, he slowly opened the gate. As he did so, the horrible screeching of rusty iron rang out into the sunset.
Faust stared in wonder at the size of the cemetery. There was nothing but gravestones as far as the eye can see. To him, it was a wonderful sight to behold, but no matter what, the graveyard still made him feel unwelcome. Faust started to walk into the cemetery, scanning the area for any signs of life. The farther he walked, the closer it got to the fight time.
Suddenly, he felt something poke him in the back. “Eliza?” he whispered, turning around. It was not Eliza, but a teenage girl. She wore a short black t-shirt with the word “necro“ written in read on the front, jeans covered in zippers and chains, and black high-top converse. She had short, shaggy brown hair with a long red bang covering one of her eyes. Her Necromancer’s staff was pointed in Faust’s direction and there was a skeleton standing on either side of her. “You know…” she began. “It’s very impolite to enter someone’s home without knocking.” Both the skeletons that where with nodded at her remark.
“Are you Dina Genova?” Faust asked.
“I am.” She replied.
“What do you mean by entering someone’s home without knocking?”
Dina let out a long sigh, handed her staff to the skeleton to her right, and started to explain.
“This is the home of my ancestors…my family. This is the final resting place of all who belong to the Genova bloodline.” Faust nodded. “I understand…” he said quietly. “...But that leads to another question. Who are these skeletons that stand beside you?” The question upset Dina. She had been trying so hard to forget who the skeletons where, but it was all in vain. She looked at the ground, not wanting Faust to see the tears welling up in her eyes. “They are….” She began in a melancholy tone, “m-my parents…”

To be continued…
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