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• 1986-11-11
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• 2004-01-31
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• Writing and daydreaming
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• Kataryu (guess the English equivalent)
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• I'm not dead yet...
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• Umm.... Beast Wars, or maybe before that even...
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• Ooo, Fushigi Yugi, Ceres, Inu-Yasha, Ranma 1/2, Cardcapters Sakura, Magic Knights Rayearth, Trigun, Escaflowne, Evangelion, Fruits Basket, Tsubasa... the list goes on and on
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• To make up a phrase that will go down in history, and to have my own concert
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• Playing flute, writing songs, Archery, writing books, reading mangas or drawing late at night, watching Princess Mononoke alone with a cup of green tea and a bowl of ramen
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• Singing, Writing (I love to do a lot of other things, but I wouldn't say they're talents)
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Friday, September 17, 2004
Lame Ghost Stories
OK, so the revenge didn't last too long. But it was sweet to see my brothers' fustration when they couldn't figure out how to spell 'escaflowne' for the password. ^_^ And I can still hold the fact that I can lock Jukebox over their heads... Anyway, they're at a boyscout/church campout right now, and because it was church related as well, I was there too. But I can home, 'cause I wasn't up to braving the boyscouts. They act so weird when they all get together. Don't get me wrong, I do like camping, its just those guys can be pretty bizar when given flashlights, tents, sticks, and campfires.
Only one question for the day: seeing as my hair still smells like smoke and my friends and I didn't have time to tell ghost stories, do you guys have any good ghost stories to share? I must admitt, I only have one, and it's lame. Like, really lame.
There was a girl (don't remember here name) and it was her first day at a new school. When she went into the class room, she noticed something really strange about all of her classmates: they all had two different colored eyes. To add to the strangeness, the teacher (whom seemed to have pencils eveywhere) told her that she must always, always have her own pencils, and that she would be in trouble if she asked to use someone else's. Other than that, the class was normal. So for the first few months, the girl made sure she always had plenty of pencils, and she never thought twice about the pecular eyes of her fellow classmates, until one day, she forgot her pencils for a very important test. With the eyes of every student in the classroom on her, she shyly went up to the teacher and asked if she could borrow a pencil, and appologised profoundly for her forgetfulness. The teacher, to her suprise, said yes. The was, however, a catch. The teacher reached under his desk and pulled out a box. The box was filled with eyeballs. And if the girl wanted to use a pencil, she had to take out her eyeball and put it in the box untill the test was over. Realizing how important this test was, she swallowed, pulled her eyeball out, and put it on top of all of the other eyeballs in the box. She took a pencil, sat down, and finished the test. When it was over, she went back up to the teacher, who pulled out the box of eyeballs, but when he opened it, her eyeball wasn't on top. In fact, she couldn't see her eyeball anywhere. The teacher grew impatiant as the girl despreatly looked for her eyeball, and finally yelled at her to just grab one. And so she did. Now she knew why all of the other kids in class had miss-matched eyes. OK, I know it's lame, but I learned it when I was like, seven, and it's all I know. ^_^ |
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