Monday, February 16, 2004

Maybe I'll Go To The Bell Tower...
Has anybody seen the movie, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, staring Quasimodo? It's a Disney movie, so you probably should have. Do you remember Quasimodo, and how he looked?



Well, picture that, then alter it to be me, and you have the current state of my face. Seriously. I mean it.

My tooth managed to get infected. However, there was no place for the infection to go, so it's gone up through my face. I have a fat lip [can't smile anymore, heh], and my cheek is inflamed, and it's given me a black eye. I can't smile, winking is practically impossible, and every time I blink I can feel my eyelashes against my cheek.

The good news, though, is that the toothache has been diagnosed. I'm taking antibiotics for the infection, and then I have to have a root canal, because apparently the tooth that is playing up on me is actually dead, so it needs to be sealed off. Kerry [my dentist] says he'll try his hardest to stop the tooth from changing colour [it can go grey, when they die], and he's pretty happy he'll be able to do it.



Apparently, the tooth [my incisor], got knocked sometime and it's killed the nerves in the tooth, so the tooth has died. The operation/process is pretty painless, because the tooth is already dead -- it has no feeling. I can't feel cold in that tooth, no matter how cold. There'll still be anasthetic, but it'll be a precaution, not a 'need to have' sort of deal.

So I don't plan to be at school until the swelling has gone down, because a) it isn't very comfortable, and b) it's embarrassing.

So I'll see you all later, I suppose.
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Friday, February 13, 2004

Don't Talk To Me, I'm Wallowing
Before I begin, just let me say: OW, ow, ow, ow, ow!!! My tooth is killing me! I am so not up to talking, so nobody call me or associate with my in anyway, please. I don't know what's wrong with it, but it hurts like heck and I can't get my dentist, so...*pout* I'm stuck with pain!! Stupid dentists.
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Wednesday, February 11, 2004

SAVED!!
Anyway, I decided I had to make James a medal, because he fixed my login problem!

So here's my medal for James.


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Stupid Crappy Login Things!!
For some reason, every time I go to OB, I'm logged out. So I type in my user name, and then my password, and it comes up with "You have used the wrong password", or something to that effect. Then it has the link to click to change you password [or somethink like that], and so I click on that. Then I click on Profile and I'm logged in again. Can anyone help me with this??
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Monday, February 9, 2004

Time Flies
D'you know, I completely forgot about this journal? Just completely forgot that it was here. How shameful.

Anyway, not much is happening. I'm still writing my big long fanfiction, and at the moment, it's about 29,000 words, which is cool. I still have 6 chapters to go, but I only write shrot chapters, so I'm pretty damned proud of myself, anyway.

I've been feeling really crappy all day, so I don't know if I'll go to school tomorrow. I think they're posting the Gryphon Chorale members [I auditioned], but I don't think I got in anyway, especially since they had call backs and I wasn't. Called back, I mean. So there shouldn't really be much from stopping me from staying home and beomcing comatose in my bed. Because that's what I feel like at the moment, seriously. My head is just killing me, and I went to the school nurse, and she just gave me panadol and sent me back to English.

The grade 12s are pretty much all still gone, so poo on them forever, lol. I'm actually not as cut up as I thought I would be [I've been expecting them to sort of...cut themselves off for a while now. I saw it was coming, I even spoke to Nick about it.] so it's all cool. Dave and Liam came to the front lawns at morning tea, though.

I went to my first cultural committee this morning. Believe me, next time I'm getting a chair. My arse was asleep from my leaning on the bench by the time they finished. I still don't remember what it was about, but apparently I volunteered for something -- I don't know what -- so that should be interesting.

I spoke to Alex in England this morning. Mum doesn't know I was on the ocmputer, though, so shhh.

I think I'm going to leave my journal the way it started, just as a rebellion against the customization bandwagon. So HA to you, CSS!!

Ah, going to go sleep. Hope this post fills you in some.
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Monday, January 5, 2004

Big Surprises
In relation to Liam's post; it's true. There are a few big surprises coming your way regarding SYF. And one of them may take a while [and is incredibly geeky, true] but it will happen eventually, when I finally sort everything out. Of course, before that I have several major projects that I want to get to, so you really might have to wait a while.

The second one should be in effect in a few days. ^_^ And yes, it's another foray into SYF:2. Mmm...memories.

Anyway, I have Charlie's permission to put his new story on Bitter Sweet, so I'll do that very soon, and then I have another Chapter to write, and Mnemolth's reviews to get to, and then I have my new website that I'm designing [It's on Harry Potter fanfiction, heh.] to look at...and why can't I remember how to make tables?

Cheers, heh.
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Sunday, December 28, 2003

Liam is a bum. A BUM!
Okay, so I've just come home and did the first thing any sane person who is involved in the RPG would do; I read SYF. And yes, it's all going fine and everything, but...

Liam!!! You think I wouldn't have wanted to be involved? Instead, you just go off by yourself, leaving me to do some filler post about shooting some random person. Ha. Thanks. >.< Besides which, since when has Rae not known everything Liam's about to do? She's spent most of her life profiling and predicting peoples' actions, and she knows Liam better than most. *sigh* I can see that I can't ever go away again. You just go completely off the tracks. *glares* Oh, sure, it was a great post and everything, but honestly *whines* How could you do that to me? *pout*
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Thursday, December 11, 2003

Tony -- A.K.A. Semjaza Azazel
I figured that, for this post, I'd do a version of Otaku History. My history for today is Semjaza Azazel, or Tony.

I first became aware of Tony's existance in the Music Forum when I ventured in there one day to talk to Flynn and Luci about Rasputina. At that point, I knew his name was Semjaza Azazel, but I always thought of it as Semjaza Azrael. Then came the "What's the OB name you always get wrong?" thread. And his name popped up constantly.

I guess I was sort of impressed by that, and when I downloaded AIM, he was one of the first people I spoke to.

I think originally I spoke to him to ask him about Rasputina. Anyway, we got talking and at some point I started raving about a band I'd just gotten into and absolutely loved: Jack Off Jill. I'd never met another person who'd even heard of Jack Off Jill, so when Tony did, I pretty much went into spasms of delight. I'd only just started getting into that music, but Tony asked me what other bands I was interested in. I told him that I wanted to hear some stuff by My Ruin, because I'd heard they were good.And lo and behold, Tony liked them.

I guess that's when we started talking. For me the friendship became crazily "Whoa...he's so like me," when almost everything I liked he liked, and everything I didn't, he didn't. And then, of course, there was the point when we mentioned in passing, "My father died when I was younger." "So did mine."

Anyway, since then, I've often thought of Tony as a lot like me. For instance, I was browsing his myO before, and I came across his list of likes and dislikes:

Tomatoes

I absolutely loathe tomatoes. For the longest time I never met anyone that felt the same. I've met some people in recent years that do, finally. I can't stand anything about them. The smell. The taste. The texture inside and out. The feel. The gooey remants it leaves behind even after you pick it off a sandwich. I think they just look nasty too. Especially raw ones just lying out on the table. I'd rather look at a dead body.I don't mind most tomato by-products. Ketchup is good in small quantities (and only on fries). Tomato Soup is okay. Anything with raw or chunks (or bigger) of tomatoes are totally disgusting though.

I hate tomatoes, or, more especially, Tomato Sauce. My brother ate it in huge amounts when we were younger [and still does], and I cannot stand that taste, or smell, or even touch ketchup. I can eat Tomato Paste in something -- Spaghetti Bolonaise, for instance -- but I won't eat Tomatoes in bits; I hate the smell, the taste, and the way they squish in your mouth.


Cleaning

For some reason, several people I know think I'm a neat freak. Generally my room isn't all that clean. However, there are times where I just get this overwhelming urge to clean my room and I spend most of the day doing it. The other reason to clean is when I'm upset. For some reason when things aren't going well, I just feel like cleaning my room.

Any time I'm thinking about something, or something's happened I don't like, I'll clean. Not always my room, although it most often is. Some days I wake up, and I just have to clean something. Then I'll have pulled up my books out to organise my book shelf and get distracted for the rest of the day, and I don't feel like cleaning the next day. And so it stays there until I feel like cleaning again.

Sleeping

I have a few things I do that apparently aren't normal. First of all, I don't sleep in a bed. I have one, it's actually up in a loft I build. However, I don't sleep in it. I've only been in there maybe three times since I made it. I usually just use it for storage. Everytime I do go up there, I forget something and have to come back down. It's very aggravating.

So instead I sleep on the floor. This isn't simply because I'm too lazy to keep the bed neat. It's because I really think I get a better sleep on the floor. It takes some getting used to, but I swear my back and such feel much better thanks to it.

My other thing is that I simply cannot sleep with socks on. There's rare ocassions, but I usually have to take them off. Otherwise I just wind up feeling really warm all night and can't fall asleep. Don't ask me why.

Well, I don't sleep in jeans. I can't sleep with socks on, because I don't like my feet to be all closed in when I'm sleeping. It's this quirk that I have, although we don't need socks in this weather, which may have something to do with it. I sleep on a bed, but sometimes my back hurts, so it gets more comfortable to sleep on the floor, because my mattress is too soft. And I'd prefer the floor to a mattress on the floor any day.

The Cold

I'm really warm very often. I don't know why. I just am. If I'm in a room with a bunch of people in the winter, I'm usually the only person that's dying of heat. So I wind up leaving my window wide open in the winter until my room cools down. Then I let the heater warm it back up again... then I open the window again. I don't feel like the room ever gets to a good temperature otherwise, no matter how much I play with the thermostat.

I'm always warm. Always. Unless I'm sick, and then I'm not. In Autumn I get really hot, and I have to put my hands on something cold, otherwise the heat just gets too hot. I sleep with my window open all the time, whether or not I have my heater on. When I get cold I just put the heater on and go back to sleep.

Eh, yeah. It might seem like I'm grasping at straws or something, but Tony is probably the person most like me that I've ever met, which is cool. At least, he's impressed me.
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