Saturday, April 16, 2005

Le death

It's done and it sucks but that's ok because it was interesting doing it. *dies*

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Here's a thingy I stole from JJ/Akamaru. Fill it out if you're bored/want to =)


WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:

I committed suicide:
I said I liked you:
I kissed you:
I lived next door to you:
I started smoking:
I stole something:
I was hospitalized:
I ran away from home:
I got into a fight and you weren't there:

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:

Personality:
Eyes:
Face:
Hair:
Clothes:
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True colors

I tagged along with dad today (he was meeting up with the rest of his class that studied to become teachers X years ago) and got my hands on that underwear I was talking about. Bought two sets (baby pink and baby blue - with a little bit of lace going on), thereby completely draining my wallet. ... That's actually a lie. My money will be drained when I pay for some clothes I asked to be put away for me and I'll probably find even more stuff that will call my [money's] name when I return to the shop to pick my stuff up >>; So much for saving, lol. My wardrobe is in need of clothes for spring though so it's not like I'm being wasteful. Mom went along with us and the younger sister was picked up as well. If I hadn't blown my money on the underwear I would've liked to go bowling, but that can be done next week when I return for my clothes *grins* We all had a pretty good time, me more than anyone probably, haha. There's this shop with asian influenced clothing and household stuff, in which I've never found anything particularly interesting. Today, though, it was jam packed with cute outfits, fantabulous fabrics and really funky furniture. I wanted to take half the shop with me home O.o Figures that's the case when money is short -.- Then we went to a pizza place close to my sisters apartment and I had the most wonderful pizza! It wasn't greasy, it actually tasted pizza, it was huuuuuuuge, and the service + premise was superb. I foresee my pizza consumption will rise quite marginally if we move anywhere close to there XD The only downside was a headache that developed and that's still lingering. I figure it's because of fatigue, maybe mixed with a bit of a cold. But it didn't ruin things, which I'm sure everyone appreciated :p Mimmi can get easily annoyed when forced to walk around stores that she's lost interest in and when topped with a headache ... she can get quite unpleasant to be around *nod nod* I'm not saying I lunge at people and try to rip anything out of their bodies, but I do get grumpy. Now I've just got to get my mind around that sign-up, which won't be the least exciting or fascinating (*sadness over lack of snazzy quirks hidden in uncharted parts of mind*) but it'll be a bit of fun for me at least. And that's what it's all about, I've been told. We'll see if it gets finished today (hopefully it will) along with getting around to watching the latest episode of Lost. Toodles, my dahlings! I hope the day/test went alright for you, Azure!

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Friday, April 15, 2005

Strip me down and love me tender

I've decided that when dad goes to my sisters town to do whatever it is he's supposed to do, I'm gonna tag along and possibly buy these two really cute sets of underwear :O! I saw them when I walked past a shop yesterday and at the very least I need to take a closer look. This is the first time I've been excited about underwear XD I'll, uh, comment on comments and maybe add stuff later. *gets back to her chocolate* April 14th comments Lunai: Funnily enough I rarely have pizza these days and when I do, it's always home-made pizza. Probably because the ones in pizza places are really greasy *shudders* Hero: I guesss they are a bit aged, but essentially it's fish eggs that never became fishes, making them rather immature (so to speak) :p Suaveness: *hugs* England is a brilliant start. We'll run around with our posh accents, give people air kisses and call everyone we like dahling :3 Jailbat: An Australian friend of mine enlightened me about how that could be taken in your country but I decided not to play on that. *hugs* Take care of yourself and your friends. My thoughts are with you. Pyro: I've decided that I like Michael Bublés latest cd, based only on "Feeling good" and his covers on "Save the last dance for me" (the original is a classic in the Mimmi household, one that we've sung along to many a-times) and "Can't buy me love" which has a slight psychadelic twist to it, lol. John: I guess a career as a doctor in any shape or form isn't in my cards? >> And I prefer bowling my back back to its former glory :D Today's comments Hotness: I've never really paid attention to underwear, at least not to the point where I go "Oooo, how cute! *squeal*" and thinking of the potential magic they could work. It's been more of "... That'll work *looks for right size and pays for it*" and then wear them since I'm not a commando girl. Apparently all my siblings are up for the Amusement park thing we were supposed to do last summer, and I'm cautiously looking forward to that. It's been a while since all the kids did something together and I miss that _^_ We're lucky to have cool siblings *nod nod* *makes list with interesting things to talk to him about* :p Pyro: That must be so aggravating, bleh. Bras have been pretty good to me, but panties *shakes fist* I'm not about to burn anything yet, though. Lady Lea: :o Report back to me later, ok? :D Bikini Babe: XD I'll try not to out myself too much tomorrow :p And you have no sexy underwear?!? *is seriously stunned* But then again, you're sexy in and of yourself *nods* Lunai: Yeah, now if I could just get into his pants I'm sure he'd be a great friend. *cough* Don't worry about commenting, it's not something I expect people to do *hugs and smiles* Take care of #1! :D Suaveness: I guess I've spent all my time being excited about male underwear and completely forgot about my own underwear =\ Mmm, layers. Shimmy shammy: Interesting results :o Wild boy: Hopefully that's what a boy would say if he saw me in my new underwear, so it's not improper at all *giggles*

Your Linguistic Profile:

65% General American English

20% Yankee

10% Dixie

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

You Are a Chihuahua Puppy

Small, high strung, and loyal. You do best in the city with adults - young kids could crush you!

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

Your Element Is Water

A bit of a contradiction, you can seem both lighthearted and serious. That's because you're good at going with the flow - but you are also deep. Highly intuitive, you tune in to people's emotions and moods easily. You are able to tap into deep emotional connections and connect with others. You prefer a smooth, harmonious life - but you can navigate your way around waves. You have a knack for getting people to get along and making life a little more peaceful.

What's Your Element?

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Thursday, April 14, 2005

`Almost happy, almost content´

Went to my appointment, ate pizza and bowled one round with my sister, got home. My day in one sentence. If you want some more detail I could tell you that the pizza wasn't that good, it hurt my back to bowl (I'll probably feel more pain soon) and I lost pretty badly to my sister. But it was nice just to hang out with her for a little while. The appointment was good, as always, and I got to talk about much of what's going on inside me. Except for the crush. I'm not really comfortable talking about such things since I feel as mature as a can of caviar. "- There's this guy, who's so great but I don't think he'd really be interested, you know, and I don't exactly stand a chance anyway but I can't help liking him and it's, like, reminding me that I'd want to be with someone and stuff" - I see. How does that make you feel?" (Ok, so she would never ever say that but it does make the point more fun.) Suaveness: What country would you like to start with? :3 Shabam: Wheee, could I run around the house like a crazy little cat and slide down the stairs on a mattress? :D Faera: Awww, you're sweet ^_^ *gives plenty of buns to her* Lady Lea: You should hopefully not feel that way when you move out after school's over _^_ Hero: Yeah, it's looking more and more like a visit to the doctor is unavoidable. Haha, I could spend every other week with you and Shanny alternatively :D Oh my, I'd end up a spoiled little brat within two weeks ;) Lunai: Exactly *nod nod* Bachelor Beau: Do you get plenty of massage as well? *coughs* Yes! Stretch, I must :-* John: XD But wouldn't your brain still think it hurts if you're wounded, because it knows you are and it's designed to feel pain when it's physical body is battered? Or would you get a lobotomy for that? :p Jean Harlow: *high five* I wanted to find a book with inspirational thoughts/sayings so that I could do something funny for Azure but the bookstore had re- arranged everything and there was no such books around. Maybe if I had thought of this a bit in advance ... Hrm. Ah well, a thought is a thought too *gives it to Azure* I'm rooting for you, Azure!

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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Mom's going to work in less than an hour, dad'll be home late tonight. So I'd say I've got the house to myself for about ... 6 hours? Hopefully a bit more. Dad came home early, bah. At least I got to live it up a bit in the kitchen. Made a pizza and cleaned up the place while listening to Michael Bublé. My back simply won't give up torturing me. It felt close to healed up two days ago and then I was hit with that familiar pain again. It's not as bad as when it started but is still enough to keep me from working out. .... For having a brain that feel scattered by too many thoughts I end up with surprisingly little in these posts. Hm. PS: The walls are still in a messy state, there are moving boxes with and without contents in them, the guestroom is devoid of the computer and looks more like a storage space. I've no idea when we're supposed to move. I feel homeless somehow. "I'm home and want to go home; take me home".

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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Happy bun-making

Last week my mom offered to buy me Michael Bublés new cd (you know the parents have noticed you're down when they [offer to] buy you things - they probably think getting something will replace the depression, lol) and I decided to buy his first cd too because it was dirt cheap. Mmmmm. It was Pyrophobic that put the spotlight on him (by linking to Feeling Good) and I was pretty much sold instantly, heh. But yeah, they arrived in the mail today. Uhm, so far I've spent the morning doodling on a layout scheme. Not for me. For someone else. Really don't feel talented enough for that >>; =X Hopefully we'll work out something good, heh. Thanks for the compliments on yesterdays little ... 'cleansing session' lol. I'd have to agree that the very last sentence was the best part of it all. That's sort of how my writing works; lots of fluff around the very core sentence[s]. At least it feels like that when I reach it and look at the rest, feeling slightly dissapointed it doesn't compare as well ^_^; But it can't be easy to keep your writing stellar absolutely throughout a story. It'd probably be boring to read then. Clinical or something. Mmm, my brain is very much scattered at the moment. I need some exercise and walks. *points down to quiz result* Take Sara's quiz :3 *fiddles with colors and layout* Nothing is working to my liking... the rainbowchest is gone *sadness* On another note: I found the High Five button! *high fives everyone* Oh yeah, Literati Square is now back and since some people are missing (ie Solo and Ben aren't around much) I'll just run it "first come, first serve" or however it goes. But because I'm biased and Suaveness / Alan have both been keen on it to come back, they get first dibs. The floor is yours first, Suaveness.

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Monday, April 11, 2005

I'd like to order a chemical lobotomy, please.

Excuse me while I switch off my brain and clean it out. I have both money and fat to burn to some excess, though neither will work as a tool when it comes to feelings I need to repress. Because for inexplicable reasons far beyond me to comprehend, this notion of stupidity and hopelessness keep lurking around every bend. Even though the sun shines through my window, I can't muster any strength to fight this oppressive and downright ugly foe. It's obvious that all is not right as rain, and it's made harder when it feels like the subtle tones in my mothers' voice are always hinting at disdain. Instead of safe solitude inside a heavyduty armor full of dents and scratches, I am exposed in a beautiful gown surrounded by frocks that only mismatches. I was not given the pleasure of dying from the bite of an apple that had been cursed; I was damned to swallow and suffer eternal thirst. There. I like to rinse my head with some angsty poetry. To take your mind off of this, here's a good reason to like sheep. Ta-ta for now.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005

I love reading your font (bad spin on `I love hearing your voice´)

Boy am I glad to have my perfectionistic hands on Word again *shudders at spelling mistakes running rampant* Writing will be so much easier when I can get a clearer view of what it is I'm writing, haha. Notepad was great to scribble down notes on but it really didn't make my inspirational juices any justice. That other program that Asphy/Alan gave me was a decent temporary replacement .... but very confusing >>;;; *words remind her of Literati, which makes her happy, thusly squishing Annie and Akamaru with hugs* Hehe, I declared my undying love to Annie while playing Literati with her, that's how much it/she helped. Just talking to her in general always help to boost my spirits *winks* If I ever do find myself attracted to women, she'll be the first on my 'hit list' ~.^ So in between the worryingly frequent down time I'm experiencing, there have been great times had. Last night I practically fell asleep giggling *wipes tear of happiness* Thank you everyone for talking to me and playing with me! Ehum. So to speak. ¬¬;;; Moooogle! Scroll down until you see bananas XD. And there are plenty of other fun doodles on that one ^.^ Annie: RPG's intimidate me ^.^;; When I'm just writing on my own I don't have to take concern of anyone but myself, whereas in RPG's you need to be mindful of not making other characters .. out of character, lol. And I always feel that I don't have the competency (?) to apply for certain RPG's, however much they spark my interest, simply because I think I lack the ability to deliver the [insert setting/mood] that it contains. Johnny Boy: That's ok, it's a very rough draft anyway and I suspect it'll be fiddled with for an eternity >>; Hero: *glows* Thank you _^_ Arrr, it's so hard not to say anything about the rest I've got written down *slaps her hands* And hey, you don't need more description in your stories. You've practically made Noug and Whip come alive by writing the way you do ^.^ Rustym: Ew. Ew ew ew ew. I hate when that happens. Must rectify! *maniacal twitch* Hotness: *bows deeply and licks his feet* It'll go straight into The Reanimatrix ... once I've stopped tinkering with it. And yeah, I think there are plenty of subtle links in it. Some are deliberate on my part and others tend to sneak in there when I'm just letting my mind flow freely. Thanks for the encouragement and I hope you get time to add to the thread yourself ^,^

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Saturday, April 9, 2005

It are teh do be needing polishing-ness [edited with second part] Comments, suggestions and overal critique is welcomed

The elevator hummed pleasantly as it rose up the many flights to the top. A loud pling signalled that it had reached its destination and the doors swooshed open. Walking out of it she finds herself outside the only apartment on that floor. An elaborate drawing, done completely in vibrantly colored markers, decorates the door and as she fleetingly runs her hand over it she spots two names over the figures embracing in the middle of it. The memory of their landlords flustered face upon discovering their "masterpiece" on the ivory finished door, "made of exclusive mahogany" as he'd pointed out, calmed her racing heart somewhat. Opening and closing the large wodden frame behind her she could see him sitting in the living room with the cat in his lap. They both looked up as the lock clicked shut and he gave her his most loving of smiles. - How did you get here? - .... I pulled a royal straight flush.... - Hm? I hope it didn't have anything to do with sewage. He wrinkled his nose and seemed to seriously ponder what that would entail. It warmed her inside to see that, despite what had been going on, he was still the same. Time seemed to have come to a halt after she left. She walked over to the window and looked out at a beautiful sunset covering the sky with its multitude of colors. Cars bustled on a busy road far down below. The radio played old love songs on low volume. - It's like nothing's changed. Putting the cat down on the floor, much to its chagrin, he began moving towards her tentatively. - You could stay here and and it would be like it used to be. The two of us. We could put on one of our Greek dramas for the cat. He's a great audience--- - How can I go back? How? What would it take for me to get over knowing everything, that sunset, these streets, this world... you... oh God, you ... It's all short of nothing but a bunch of numbers and back in the real world the sky, the land, is covered in... infested with... Tell me how. Please. She turned around to face him, pleading silently that he would reach out to her and erase the sensation of slimy liquid creeping up her body, tubes snaking around her neck, the dull aching pulsating through her spine at the thought of metal snapping sharply as it deteached itself from another reject. If he could just make her believe. She needed ... no, she wanted to believe. - I love you. - .... You're not real... - Neither of us are really part of this world in a sense and at the same time we're what defines it. What's real or not is all in the boundries in our minds. You decide what's real and not. Can you honestly tell me that, even with what you know, our time together was 'just a bunch of code'? Are the memories and what we shared suddenly any different because of that? Does it make your feelings, my feelings, any less true? - .... No. No, it doesn't. - See? I'm as real as you want me to be, as real as you'll let me be....

Warning for language in this part!

Craig snapped his head around when a sudden burst of commotion broke out at the far end of the room. The commanding officer had just come bulldozing through the door, his entrance so explosive that the people in the small control room nearly had a collective heart attack and feared for the safety of not only their precious equipment but their own well being. It was bad enough having to worry about sentient machines coming after them, they didn't need the wrath of their fellow human commander on their backs too. A dull echo bounced back and forth, cutting through the tense atmosphere. Craig returned his focus to the keyboard while the rampant outburst continued. - What is she thinking? Can any of you tell me what is going through that woman's head that makes her pull such a bloody stupid stunt? Can you? She's risking everything and for what?! A fucking program! Streams of code, yeah, that's it! Oh, but he's not just any piece of program, nooo. He just so happens to be the mega fucking dies irae of those bastard machines' army, that are hellbent on erasing our existence from this planet! But, hey, I guess all that information in the debriefing went in one ear and out the other when she thought about the possibility of getting back with lover boy, right? I'm telling ya, he must've been a fucking royally good screw for her to stab us in the back like this, hah! Craigs finger hovered over the last key he needed to enter . - Well, it wouldn't be a royal straight flush with the Queen and not the King. The commander halted himself in the middle of his grand finale of gall spewing and hissed at Craig for interupting with what he could only make out as nonsensical slurring. - Shut your trap soldier Lands. This isn't one of your drunken card games where you can fuck off and be a retard. You're on a mission and nothing less than an ace recovery of that bitch is going to win you any chips in my book. You got that? (- I'm sorry, Craig.) - .... Me too. He pressed the key, shut down his terminal and pushed himself away from the station. - What did you just do? Now you listen to me, Lands and I mean listen good. Insubordinance is not tolerated on my ship and there's no way in hell I'll allow a fuckwit like you to ruin this mission, do you hear me? So get back to your station and open up that line. - I folded my hand, sir. Once you fold you're out of the game. - You ... hah, you "folded your hand"? Haha. What is wrong with this crew?!! Humanity is at stake and everyone's acting like annoying little brats on some bloody temper tantrum! You over there, get your fat ass out of that chair and get me an open line. Move it! Lands is excused from his duties and can rest assured he will be dealt with thoroughly later. Ok, let's see what we can salvage here people. Craig scrambled slowly to his feet and walked over to the chair she lay in. He leant down and stroked her warm cheek, whispering softly. - I did promise to deal you a sweet card. That was a fair beatdown you gave me, after all. I just hope you got the hand you wanted...

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Comments on "Commenty commenty":

Rustym: And at the same time it's sometimes the details that does it *bangs her head* I feel your pain.

Lunai: *points excitedly* "Inner eye"! That's what I was talking about. Thanks ^__^

Shabam: Ah, that's an interesting point. About not having writers block but just being uninspired *nod nod*

Suaveness: Yeah, me too. Except it'd feel weird to say my thoughts out loud, even if no-one would be around it'd still feel like someome might be eavesdropping and that'd feel like streaking involuntarily >>;

Shimmy Shammy: It takes time to polish a diamond, after all :3

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Comments on "Online dating":

Thanks to Rustym for trying, thanks to Hero for reminding me I need to go bowling when my back's better and thanks to Bachelor Beau for the sincerity I'm reading into his reply.

I think we can establish that I need to go lesbian. 6 females against 2½ males (Rustym only equals ½ point since he didn't actually ask me out but is still sweet enough to earn half a point for his efforts).

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