Sunday, January 25, 2004

   bug eyes
Yo, I am amazed I have survived this week. Look at me! Staying up late working on a Saturday night, wheee! I think I'll have to miss Aikido and teh 1st day of softball practices, still have to do a 3pg essay for english, bleh...stupid project for APUSH, and a stupid document based essay thingy......

Yay I think I'm happy with my life tho. I think its teh feeling needed part. BAH! but not from school, from other stuffs like people, key club, aikido, work, softball, you know, the REAL things in life. So call me crazy.

Reading Ender's Game, which is why I put Orson Scott Card on my list. I LOVE it. good god, some newbie in my neopets guild posted over 32 messages in 2 days, let's all say it together kids, spaaaaaam! oh wonderful spam! *choke* Which reminds me, I cleaned my room! It is literally the first time I have ever cleaned it since I moved in. I moved in almost 3 months ago. I found an old apple buried on my desk. Guess what...the floor..is .....blue! I haven;t seen it in a while.

Hey it contributes a certain vibe that I have a hard time parting with!

and duh duh duh DAAAh....I bring you...quizzes.


I remember watching this tv show as a child and loving it. twas amusing!

Dude, was that Mako in the movie? He is ausome, *jack jack jack*
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Friday, January 23, 2004

   dragonssss!
Thank you all new friends for coming here, and all teh reletively old people!!

Yes, I do love Dragonlace so!! You have inspired me to copy this down here!
The old dwarf lay dying. His limbs would no longer support him. His bowels and stomach twisted together like snakes. Waves of nausea broke over him. He could not even raise his head from his bunk. He stared above him at an oil lamp swinging slowly overhead. The lamp's light seemed to be getting dimmer. This is it, though the dwarf. The End. The darkness is creeping over my eyes...
He heard a noise near him, a creaking of wooden planks as if someone were very quietly stealing up on him. Feebly, Flint managed to to turn his head.
"Who is it?" he croaked.
"Tasslehoff" whispered a solicitous voice. Flint sighed and reached out a gnarled hand. Tas's hand closed over his own.
"Ah, lad. I'm glad you've come in time to say farewell." said the dwarf weakly. "I'm dying, lad, I'm going to Reorx--"
"What?" asked Tas, leaning closer.
"Reorx," repeated the dwarf irratably. "I'm going to the arms of Reorx."
"No we're not," said Tas, "We're going to Sancrist. Unless you mean an inn. I'll ask Sturm, The Reorx Arms, hmm--"
"Reorx the god of the dwarves, you doorknob!" Flint roared.
"Oh," said Tas after a moment. "That Reorx."
"Listen, lad," Flint said more calmly, determined to leave no hard feelings behind. "I want you to have my helm. The one you brought me in Xak Tsaroth, with the griffin's mane."
"Do you really?"Tas asked impressed. "That's awwfully nice of you, Flint, but what will you do for a helm?"
"Ah, lad, I won't need a helm where I'm going."
"You might in Sancrist," Tas said dubiously. "Derek thinks the Dragon Highlords are preparing to launch a full-scale attack, and I think a helm could come in handy-"
"I'm not talking about Sancrist," Flint snarled, struggleing to sit up. "I won't need a helm because I'm dying!"
"I nearly died once," Tas said solemnly. Setting a steaming bowl on a table, he settled back comfortably in a chair to relate his story. "It was the time in Tarsis when the dragon knocked the building down on top of me. Elistan said I was nearly a goner. Actually those weren't his exact words, but he sadi it was only through the inter…interces…oh well, inter-something-or-other of the gods that I'm here today."
Flint gave a mighty groan and fell back limply on his bunk. "Is it too much to ask," he said to the lamp swinging above his heaad, "that I be allowed to die in peace? Not surrounded by kenders!"
This last was practicly a shriek.
"Oh, come now. You're not dying, you know," Tas said, "You're only seasick."
"I'm dying," the dwarf said stubbornly. "I've been infected with a serious disease and now I'm dying. And on your heads be it. You dragged me onto this confounded boat-"
"Ship," interupted Tas.
"Boat!" repeated Flint furiously. "You dragged me onto this confounded boat, then left me to perish of some terrible disease in a rat infested bedroom-"
"We could have left you back in Icewall, you know, with the walrus-men and-" Tasslehoff stopped.
Flint was once again struggling to sit up, but this time there was a wild look in his eyes. The kender rose to his feet and began edging his way toward the door. "Uh, I guess I better be going. I just came down here to-uh-see if you wanted anything to eat. The ship's cook made something he calls green pea soup-"

Laurana, huddled out of the wind on the foredeck, started as ahe heard the most frightful roaring sound come from below decks, followed by the cracking of smashed crockery. She glanced at Sturm, who was standing near her. The knight smiled. "Flint," he said.
"Yes," Laurana said, worried. "Perhaps I should-"
She was interupted by the appearance of Tasslehoff dripping with green pea soup.
"I think Flint's feeling better," Tasslehoff said solemnly. "But he's not quite ready to eat anything yet."

Garr, I have all my quizzes I've done over teh last week saved on the other computer, I need to pu tsome pretty pictures here, haven't had some in a bit.
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Thursday, January 22, 2004

   woo!
my internet broke, now its fixed, why its not update dfor a while. but right now my post will we short, for I have a unit test and an essay for tomorrow, and 5 piece paper day after, will be busy, but will have more to come mebbe in a couple days.

That last post reminded me of the Vagina Monologues that are going to go on in a couple of weeks to raise awareness about violence against women (rape). Teacher said alaska has higher rates than the national average of 1 in 5 women who get raped.

Yesterday and todau got a ride from miek, but he cant do it too often, *tear. Will ask an old friend of my brother's. No one except miek has wanted to give me a ride, and I've been asking for a long time!

Sorry for all the darkness, folks, but without it, what would light be??
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Saturday, January 17, 2004

   *shudder*
Oh, shit, today walking to the bus stop to go to work, some strange man pulled in front of me trying to invite me to get a ride. At first I thought he was one of my teachers with the same red goatee, but his voice was different, not so plump as my teacher.

When I didn't recognize him I yelled "WHO ARE YOU? he drove off in his white car. Man I was so disturbed. And it was near teh campus where this happens, and girls get dragged off somewhere and raped, sometimes murdered...

You never know, so it is GENERALLY a good idea to reject offers from strange men.

I am NOT going to ride teh bus again, too many creeps around, one stares at me and sits close to me. I want to just scream at him, stay away from me, you freak!!!

I cannot. I will not, even for my job. I am too freaked out about teh near-abduction.

I should tell someone about it, but what would anyone do?
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Wednesday, January 14, 2004

I finally did it. ~_~...I broke up with him....two months, we just couldn't keep up with each other...maybe he will find someone he has time for, someone who he sees in skiing or in class....I don't know what I feel......alone....

Trying to decide what to do about softball. Sunday practices are any where between 1pm and 5pm, and Aikido is 2-4, so I'm screwed. I need the PE credit that Softball is waivering. I know I'm repeating myself, its been on my mind a lot lately.

Miek dropped in on me during luch *-* I missed playing with him, but I didn't, for I was gloomily wandering through life today. Seems to be happening a lot lately.

Damn,Cowboy bebop is great, I almost cry ;_; not really for teh show tho. Next is the Real Folk Blues!!!! Must record, I am goin to Aikido Tomorrows



I'll miss you, Jan
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Monday, January 12, 2004

   breath...
1...2...1...2

I feel like screaming right now. Nothing can come out of my head, it's like my mind totally shut down, but donly when trying to focus. Can't...focus...

I hope I'm not going to go through the same thing I did last semester and drive myself insane with stress. most last semester I didn't even have a job. And I very much would love to play softball again, I hadn't played since last august.

I think they start up again next weekend! but when the varsity season starts, I don't feel like I'll have the time and energy to fit it in. I really want to keep my job, it's just me and my dad working, I can save up for a desparately needed car that dad absolutely cannot help me with

Oh, if you can possibly know how I feel about softball. It was the love of the game that kept me on the team last year. coach screwed me over because I wasn't the star of all rookies :'(. Plus I hated all the girly's that made up the team (blech)

But this year a new girl in my class is gonna be on teh team, I likes her. WONDERfully eccentric and non-girly.

Problem with all this once again: I work until 6 pm every day. *depression*

I need to talk with miek, he always knows what to say to help me make a desicion.

OK, writing this significantly calmed me down, and I dont' feel like killing the first living thing to come within my sight anymore. A good thing, most of the time.
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Friday, January 9, 2004

   damn.
I'm feeling way down now. Due mostly due to the effect of school has on me and my life. I wrote my baby a long letter, felt better, for a while. We're going pool this friday with my cousin and an old friend of my brother's.

My brother! He finally called last night, saving me from doing any homework. We talked about everything! But teh highlight of my call was about my 1 year old nepheew, he's talking now!! Boy, how much I want to see them both.

If my thoughts on teh day bores you, here's a few quizzes!!

cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed


What Sign of Affection Are You?
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VICTOR: You are victor!

1400-years-old, he is the supreme Vampire overlord
who has been sleepong to restore his power.
Selene trusts him as she trusts no one else and
daringly awkens him when no one else believes
her discovery of the Lycan plot to destroy the
Vampires. Viktor is tall, powerful, haught, and
ostentatious. And ruthless. He had his own
daughter, Sonja, executed when it was
discovered she was secretly involved with a
lycan leader. Many have elevated him to
celebrity status. Many others wish him dead.
But Viktor has his own secrets and a dark side
no other Vampire has ever known ... he may have
been the one who began the ancient battle
between Lycans and Vampires.





Which UNDERWORLD character are you?
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phonix


!!What magick creature are you!!
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Tuesday, January 6, 2004

   100!
I hit 100 views!!yet still not very many comments, hmmmm. Don't you all want to talk to me? :'(

Any ways thought I might change the colot scheme to sommat that matches me background. Like or no?

I didn't want to go, but alas, I went to school today. Just one more year....of high school anyways..*depression*

*hop* I got to see one of my best friends that I haven't got to see since foreverm cause he went to college exclusively for a semester, now only take it part of the time! That was one good thing about today.

Another good friend is taking the semester off, except she's goin to australia!! jelousy* she's going to new zealadn too and viiting weathertop.

If you smile to hard, bugs may fly into your teeth, beware!
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Monday, January 5, 2004

   chocolate!
Ug, I know chocolate does mean things to my stomach, but yet I always ignore the little voices when chocolate speaks lounder.

*sigh* Both me and my baby are so busy all the time...I never spend enough time with him, and I'm starting to miss his company, even tho we still see each other, I dont feel it's enough.

He is such a sweet person, but I can't help but wonder, how much can I actually give him? But he's in the same situation as myself, with a bunch of activities on his schedule...
just what's been on my mind...

Went snowboarding again with him, this time I rented one. Kept running into one of his friends, ya. She ran into me as well. Literally! I was jest going down the hill when I hear something coming up, I assumed it was him, and wasnt' worried, because he knows what he's doin.

It wasn't him!

It was another exchange student I know, except she's not from Norway, she's from Venezuela, this winter was the 1st time she ever saw snow, much less become familiar with its' slipperiness combined with a snow board!

I untangle myself from her, falling down again, peals of laughter attacking me now. I'm still laughing at that. Know I know that watching where you're going isn't neccisarily as important as watching your rear for falling poeple on the prowl, oohoohoohoo!
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Friday, January 2, 2004

   change of subject
Here is a letter to the editor from a few days ago that I think you’ll all enjoy, in one form or another:
To the editor:

In response to recent letters, I must admit that I tried to get my 94-year old mother to write this for me, but she seems to believe that at 65 I should fight my own battles.

I think even that puppy at the Saturday protests threatens some self-styled patriots, among them the Atwoods. But perhaps the US will soon preemptively attack all puppies; call it the War on Puppyism (with another $87 billion to fight it), and huge numbers of supporters will wag flags from their vehicles, flags with little puppies crossed out.

Rush Limbaugh will come out against puppies, as will “Problem Corner,” in a slightly less literate way. Fox and MSNBC’s talk-show hosts will rail and rant. Jennings, Brokaw, and Rather will all be embedded in Puppyland, their every word subject to military censorship.

Now that’s patriotism!

God- and America-hating, flag-burning, cross-and-Ten-Commandments-ripping, riot-starting, urine-bottling, cop-assaulting, drug-loving, treasonous puppies ought also to concern patriots. They should be executed without trial, in the best fascist manner. Or just bombed. Sempter fi! My Lai! Apple Pie!

Are there connections between puppies and al-Qaida? The unelected leader may say so, in which case it will be time to send in the troops. Search for Puppies of Mass Destruction (PMD)! Root out Saddam Chihuahua!

Patriots know will who their enemies are: Iraq, those protesters on the corner, plus all other liberals, anyone who doesn’t think like them…and puppies. Fear is a powerful force. But then so is indigestion.

So are bullets, for that matter.

Thank God, for patriots who see the world in simple, black or white terms. It’s all so easy, not to think.

Aren’t there still a few qualified psychiatrists up there?

Pro brig-time,
R.E. Stratton
Hattiesburg, Miss.

Can anyone tell me why he says “puppies”?

Anyways, I thought it was an odd method of saying it, but yes, many people are way to short-sighted to see for themselves and go along with what the media tells them to do. cough MTV cough*

And yes, I am anti-Hilary Duff. ;)
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