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Birthday
• 1988-08-31
Gender
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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!)
Real Name
• -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 22, 2005
Humor Challenged.
My entire brand of humor is pathetic. You know how some people are just so funny, or so quirky, or whatever, they just make you laugh? I've had an epiphany. I depend on twisting other people's humor and vocal inflection in unhumorous phrases. Which is sad.
I only mention this because, I wanted to explain that my houseplant died of neglect and I need to replace it with something freaky so I remember to water it.
Plus, I love freaky plants.
So I thought of an email I got from an old friend about a year ago. The email was about how she was learning to drive a tractor (she goes to an agricultural high school), and many traffic cones were sacrificed to this end.
That was the funniest two-page poetic email I have ever read in my life.
So, my dead plant made me think of that. How creepy.
I've been away a long time. I blame band. (Who else?)
I've had a concert last night, and it went off horribly, but no one knows that, and it was wicked fun, and I realized something very sad.
Our seniors last day is Monday. By Friday, they'll all be gone.
Which leaves Rachel and me as the low woodwinds for the next month.
And by God, we are not up to this, I think.
But we're okay till Tuesday, because Monday will be "Feelings Day."
Feelings Days are funny. On these days, our intimidating and gruff director has us discuss how we felt about our personal and group level of acchievement. Which may not seem funny, but think of your toughest, gruffest, your-fault-for-not-working-your-butt-off-if-you-fail teacher, then think of him or her asking you the age-old question, "How do you feel about your level of acchievement on Saturday? What do you feel could be improved?"
Don't forget to imagine that you have to answer seriously because you couldn't explain what's so funny without being murdered by him/her.
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