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• 1988-08-31
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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!)
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• -censored-
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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, May 8, 2005
*whack* *whack* *whack* (the sound of a head hitting a wall rather rhythmically)
Holidays ... ugh ...
My mom gets all crazy on holidays. Nothing's right, everyone's incompetant, and it really doesn't matter that you're being quiet as you terrorize eachother, the fact that you're not being silent is an issue.
So ... today, as we wait outside the restaurant for a table, my sister is whining incessantly about the dim smell of a cigarette receptacle outside the door. She wants to go back to the car, can she go outside, etc, etc. It goes on and on and ticks Mom off. We get in, and she wants to go home, but she needs to eat because she's diabetic. She's yelling at my brother because he is goodnaturedly poking my sister and me, though neither of us is bothered. Then her eggs are frigid, her pancakes have an apple compote, not apples baked in, the waitress has disappeared. Then my sister tries to apologize for freaking out about the smoke. So she starts on that again.
We get home, and I hide to do homework, help wrap a present for Memere, and meanwhile, my sibs are recleaning stuff because Mom is freaking out, and Dad is hiding in the basement, much like I was doing ...
Once we ate lunch though, things were more normal, thank God.
We had relations over forever. They were here for five hours, during which, I ate four brownies, a slice of ice cream cake, a slice of cheescake, six strawberries, and five grapes. Then I got a headache.
And you know? Mom was still rather irritable all day. Even though we gave her Lenten roses and promised to plant them for her.
And just think of what goes on on Thanksgiving, the most cooking/cleaning-parent-tasking holiday out there.
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