Monday, February 9, 2004

Nothing to say for today
Today I have nothing much to say. Mostly 'cause I need to get off the internet ASAP so that Mom can recieve her incoming calls. Put I've done what I've needed to do. Now all I have to do is finish my short story, edit it, and send it in. Who knows, maybe it'll actually get published. Hmmm...only two months 'til I find out if "Retribution" has been accepted in The Sun. Nervous, very nervous. Guess I'll just add more stuff later.
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Friday, February 6, 2004

"I love you I hate you I can't live without you..."


"Always" - Saliva

I think it's slightly depressing, but such is life. Maybe that's why I woke up singing this song. The world may never know.

So, it's the morning and it's Friday! Deo gratias est hodie Veneri. Everyone nod your head in agreement.

What's up for today? A debate meeting, need to get something memorized for the debate in Charleston on the 28th or else I'm going to be in trouble. I have physics stuff. *sticks out tongue* Argh, annoyances. Also need to do my ROTC homework that due in today. *sigh* Which I should be doin now.

On the brighter side, it's suppose to get up to 60 today. :)

Things to do as soon as I get home: finish e-mails, wallow in embarressment, take a shower, eat supper, and go to bed. Finish watching the episode of COWBOY BEBOP if it's nothing later than six. (Yes I'm planning on going to bed Really early tonight).

And now for the homework that I didn't do last night. Thrills.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2004

   "Do you believe in heaven above / Do you believe in love?"
"Send Me an Angel" - Thrice
(todays song-which-is-stuck-in-my-head [although I didn't wake up singing it])

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Thus the man passed his days in obscurity. Until the time finally came for his potential to be achieved.

On this particular day the man woke up and looked out the window. The sun was only just coming over the horizon and the breeze ruffled the trees as lightly as a mother stroking her baby's back. Inside his house, the light was gently creeping along the floor. Tentitively it wriggled its fingers along the bare floor. Oh so slowly it eventually made its way across the room and to the opposing wall.

The man sat up and scowled. The light revealed only bare walls, bare table, bare dresser, the closet door, the door from the room, and his bed.

'My life,' the man thought, 'has now accumulated to nothing more than the non-existant dust on the floor and my clothing.'

Still scowling, the man swung out of bed. He pulled on some clothes and dug his hat and boots from under his bed. Then he proceeded to take an old, worn knapsack from the closet, roll up a warm blanket, get out two pairs of clothes and stuff it all in the bag. Placing the hat firmly on his head he left his room never to return. He paused only long enough to take some food from the kitchen.

Thus, the name he used to be called and the town he came from has been lost to antiquity. And this, my friends, is where we enter the tale and the everything begins.

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Oh, feel the creative juices flowing. Interesting fella, eh? Hmmm, I should probably see how all my other little people are doing. Who knows who knows. Certainly not me.

Have fun little children, don't cause too much trouble. Stay insane.
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Tuesday, February 3, 2004

no subject
Annoying personal habit: songs. At any point at any given time on any given day I tend to have a song stuck in my head (and at times try to sing it). Take today, for example. I was reaing Someguy's webpage and now have "Bus Stop" in my head. It's a goldie oldie if you don't recognize the title.

Seems I have nothing better to do with my time now then scramble on the internet during free time in class and write whatever random garble comes floating into my brain and through my fingers on to this website.

Random list of friends by nickname: Pink (the guy who I have a crush on), the David Bowie-ite, writerashley, lupismaris, ID, Super Ego (yeah, like the Fraudian pyschology), (the) Confessor, Dance Partner, the Plaid Avenger (well, right now we're not talking, but I'll be talking about him, he's had a major effect on my life), Marine-Wanna-Be, Stand Partner/Slightly Peeved, Boy, and My Best Friend. I'll add more when they start being mentioned often, these are the ones with potential to being mentioned often.

List on my first little sister's nicknames: Peck, Gelfling, Hobbit, Number One, Chicken, Master Fried Chicken, Peckling, Dork, and others are being created.

My ability to talk about nothing astounds even myself.

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Once upon a time, a long time before either you or I were born, there lived a man. This was no surprising thing. Men have lived for ages and ages. But this man was different.

There was nothing really to differentiate *okay, side note here, I'm a gosh awful speller* this man from all his other neighbors. He didn't look special. He acted normal. The main thing, was an amazing potential that lay within the core of his being that not even he knew about.

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Hmmmm, wonder who he is and where he came from? Don't tend to start things out once upon a time. *ponders*

Oh, because it will come up eventually, Sam and Fred are my goblins who sit on my shoulder. You ever go to my fanfiction section (nome de plume Irish Nobody) they're water elementals, but that's just b/cs they're too smart to be goblins for the Laby world.

Well, I'm going to be a nice girl and allow Marine-Wanna-Be to get on the internet now and look up job options.

Why? I don't know. He's planning on going into the Marines, why he needs to look into job offerings for four years in the future is beyond me. I do not plan that far ahead.
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Monday, February 2, 2004

just random
David Bowie is pure awesomeness. True? Absolutely.

So now y'all know what I'm listening to at the moment.

Again, I set out with something in mind to write, but in taking so long to get here it has left my head.

"Don't ever say I'm better, I'm better, I'm better..."

Okay, stories. How about that? Explaination of Baby Penguin.

Once upon a time in eleventh grade my boyfriend asked me an odd question. Namely, "Do I look like a baby penguin?"
I gave him a look and said, "Noooooo."
"Hah!" he goes "I win!"
"What?" I thoroughly confrused.
"I made a bet with *someone* that I didn't look like a baby penguin. And since I don't that means I win and she loses."
"Oh, well in that case, since it's *someone* you do look a baby penguin. 'Cause baby penguins are cute and you're cute."
Then he denied that he was. Greatly.
But it was too late, the damage was done. And now my former boyfriend is known as (the) Baby Penguin.

*hee hee hee* I'm just an annoying thorn in the side.

And the Bowie-ite is trying to make lewd comments at me. Poor sot.

Well, schools almost out. So, I'm going to go pack up and walk home and enjoy watching 'Cowboy Bebop' (series) which said David Bowie-ite hast lent me.
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