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Birthday
1988-08-31
Gender
Female
Location
the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie (we summer in Lothlorien)
Member Since
2004-04-11
Occupation
Elven Warrior Princess (just like Sesshoumaru!)
Real Name
-censored-
Personal
Achievements
uh ... symphony band (which we didn't get into on talent, but the fact that we have a school-owned instrument large enough to kill the director with)
Anime Fan Since
January 8th, 2003. I discovered Inuyasha that day.
Favorite Anime
Witch Hunter Robin, Azumanga Daioh, Ayashi no Ceres, Alice 19th, Inuyasha, Dragon Knights, Clover, Fushigi Yugi, Cowboy Bebop, Fruits Basket, Rurouni Kenshin, .hack//SIGN, Yuyu Hakusho, Trigun, Full Metal Alchemist, Ghost in the Shell
Goals
retaining my mental health, even while surrounded by people who tell me that, on personal experience, mental health is overrated
Hobbies
band ( bassoon), reading, watching TV, doing homework with startling regularity
Talents
uh ... reading ... fast; watching TV, sightreading music, singing (sort of), near-complete social inadequecy
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Sunday, March 6, 2005
Sorry I've been out ...
We had viruses up the whazoo killing the ocmputer and I've sold my soul to band ...
Today, my friend and I were what she describes as "basketmen."
As soon as our SYG director asked for volunteers to help out at the youth mass, she tugged at my sleeve and hissed, "Let's be basketmen!"
What she meant were ushers, and if you aren't familiar with them, they are the people who seat you at crowded masses, but usually, they just collect the money for the retired preists or whomever during mass. They do this with longhandled baskets.
So, today, we were basketmen. She was very nervous and excited, and I had back pain, so I was just annoyed at the time, but after weeks of anticipation, she was very happy, even though she hit an old man in the head with her basket.
It's kind of funny, but after you collect, you all crowd in this tiny room in back and the seven ushers all shovel their money into a bag held by the head usher, who always wears a suit, and sneak out quietly, and it all looks rather sketchy and mob-like to see.
So ... today, I was listening to the radio. I like to listen to the radio, but if they keep telling me such disturbing things, I think that habit may end soon. They were there, going on about some rock band that no one had ever heard of doing a Rice Krispies jingle only year before they recorded "Satisfaction" and became actual rock stars.
While this is in itself fairly scarring, and would have been enough to make me want to kill myself, I really don't think it was necessary for them to actually make me listen to Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones singing the Rice Krispies jingle.
Thanks to you, Oldies 103.3, I will never be able to eat breakfast without thinking of Keith Richards. Thanks a whole lot.
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