Sunday, January 25, 2004

Hi.

How many of you have seen Bruce Almighty? That movie is FUNNY. I saw it in theaters, then yesterday I rented it and watched it again. ^_^ You know when he's making that Evan dude make all those funny noises and stuff when he's talking? Oh my God, you should have seen my mom. She was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe for like... 5 minutes. Anywho... Um... I haven't posted anything in like... a week, because nobody seems to be coming to my site anymore. And also because I really don't have much to say. Go read my fanfics. That's an order.

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Tuesday, January 20, 2004

   Yay!

Well, it seems that I actually exist. Woohoo! Anyway... Thank you for informing me of that. Anywho, today in school, we got out of 7th and 8th period for a basketball game, and I only watched about 5 minutes out of an hour and fifteen mintutes. I was sitting by my friend... my male friend who is not my boyfriend. He was harassing me. I was being harassed. More mentally than physically or any other form of harassment. He was like... saying we were gonna have twins... and quintuplets... And he was saying just about everything perverted that he could... I'm afraid of telling you what he said because it was like... rated R. And he was watching the cheerleaders and saying I should be down there cheering... No. I don't even wear shorts in public. I am not about to jump around in a short skirt in front of my entire school. No way. He also said I was his lover... Take that however you want... See, he jokes around with me about everything in the world to the point of saying we're having quintuplets together, but then when my friend asked him if he liked me, he completely avoided the question. Which I took as a yes, I mean, why else would he announce to the world that we're having quintuplets? (which we aren't) There's a dance on Friday, and I'm really hopng he'll go... I'm going whether he does or not, but I prefer he does. At the last dance we were both at, he danced with me. *screams* I HATE HIM! (not literally. He's my second best friend.)

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Monday, January 19, 2004

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Do I exist? Cause lately I haven't been too sure. And it's not fun. If I exist, please tell me.

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Friday, January 16, 2004

   Odd...

This is a strange email between me and my best friend. Me: God, I'm hyper. I was watching Rurouni Kenshin, and I was making fun of it. I mean, in a good way. Like doing commentary. I was watching some of the last episodes I have on tape, and you know that Senkaku dude who had the cone head, and he took over the village with that little kid Eiji (ay-jee) and killed the kids parents and whatever? Well, I just stuck in the tape and hit play and that's the episodes it was on, so I watched Kenshin fight him, and I noticed that he wears REALLY REALLY TIGHT CLOTHES and his DANGLEY PARTS are very NOTICEABLE. It's quite GROSS. And I told my sister about that, and we were sitting there laughing, and I laughed so hard I had a massive headache, and my sister's like, "Any time I want you to think of that, I'll just go, 'La la la la!'" And she was having bad images of guys with DANGLEY PARTS in SPANDEX. And I also watched the one where Sanosuke learned the Futae no Kiwami, and I was just sitting there thinking, "I think I'll go out and punch a lot of rocks and see how many fingers I can break. Then when people ask what happened to my hands, I'll say, 'Well, I shattered my fingers trying to perform the Futae No Kiwami.'" And they'd look at me like I was insane. Excpet Tim and Ricky, who watch Rurouni Kenshin. And you. Amanda hasn't seen those episodes. Ummmm. Yeah, it'd be like that time I pulled a muscle attempting the Kamehameha wave at Jenny's house... Oh, today on the way home, Ali's like, "I want a car." and her dad said, "Well start saving your money." Then innocent little me in the back of the car says, "I want a sword." Her dad's just like, "I'm not even going anywhere with that." And Ali's like, "Ohh! You could kill Jonathan!" And I said I wouldn't kill Jonathan, and she's like, "Would you kill Tony?" "Hm.. Yes I would." She named someone else, too, but I forget. Then I'm like, "Yeah, I have a mental list in my head of who I'm gonna kill." And I really do. But I suppose I should learn how to use a sword before I butcher anyone with it. I REALLY HONESTLY DO WANT A SWORD! I WANT ONE I WANT ONE I WANT ONE!!! I'll even accept a reverse blade! But I WANT A SWORD! I have like... almost $200, and sword would probably cost several hundred more than that. Maybe I should just start a sword fund and buy nothing until I have enough money to buy a sword, then I will buy a sword and learn how to use it, and I will be a murderous lunatic. Muwahahahahahaha. I will kick your ass. And Chris's ass. No. He'd probably like that too much. *****(then i listed some other people i'd like to kill)***** Her reply: ~blinks~ You. Are. Insane. my reply: Yes. Thank you. You know what? I want to live in the forest all by my self and have no links with humanity. Only you and Jonathan and possibly Ali would know where I lived. Gwahahahahahahahaha. her reply: You would too. my reply: I honestly want to. My profound thought in math class was "Life is shallow." I can't explain why I feel that way. I mean, honestly. Nothing is anything to me. I mean, certain things are... I mean... Like... I don't know. It's really confusing. I don't understand it. I need to go talk to some Confucious or that Chinese dude that's been dead for gazoogletrons of years. Or like... ancient old wise Japanese old people. (Old Japanese/Chinese people frighten me.) Did you know that samurais had cherry blossom viewing gatherings and wrote poetry about cherry blossoms, because the cherry blossom was symbolic... Cuz they fall off the tree in their prime, not when they're withered and dead, and the Samurai thought of that as how they would die: In battle when they were young rather than as old crippled scary people. ... Muwahahahahhaha. When I get my own house, I'll be the freaky girl who is never seen outside. Little kids will dare their friends to go up on my porch. Then, I'll snag some little kid and drag him into my house and show him the collection of swords I intend on having at some point. And then I'll throw the kid out the second or third story window and he will be dead. And I will laugh and drag his corpse back into my house and eat it. MUWAHAHAHAHA!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A bit random, I know. See, we just have these pointless, strange conversations. They're completely pointless, and very strange.

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Monday, January 12, 2004

Howdy.

Okay, first off, I didn't win the school Geography Bee. (Not like I was expecting to...) Second, I have come to the conclusion I am emotionally unstable, and it is society and humanity's fault, so when I grow up I'm gonna be a hermit, and anybody who comes near my nice little house in the woods, I will throw a javelin at him or her, and it will pierce his or her brain, and he or she will die. Then I'll go cannibal on the dead body. Mmmm, fresh meat. Explanation: This girl was saying, jokingly I guess, that my friend was having like a quadruplesome with her mother and all her brothers. Well my friend is a boy, and he was getting pretty ticked, so he took her pen and was gonna throw it in his baked beans. He had it like a centimeter away. Well I though what this girl had said was worth her getting her pen thrown in baked beans, so I pushed his hand down and the very tip of the pen got in the baked bean sauce. Oh. My. God. How horrible. So this girl flips out, grabs my hair and pulls really hard and demands I apologize. Well, I didn't think she deserved an apology, cause she's a bitch and that was really rude what she was saying and baked bean sauce will not harm a pen (there's an invention called a napkin. You can clean stuff up with it.), so I didn't apologize, and she didn't let go. Instead, I grabbed her arm and dug in my fingernails as hard as I could and dragged them down, and she let go of my hair, and her skin was under my fingernails, and a few minutes later, somebody is like, "Oh my God, what happened to your arm?!" Apparently, I'd torn her skin open and it was bleeding. Well as we were walking to activity (15 minutes in the gym after lunch), I told her it was self-defense, and she grabbed my ponytail and pulled so hard I nearly fell over backwards, and my head slammed into the wall. I screamed obsenities, spun around, kicked her, then jumped down to the bottom level in the bleachers and curled up on the floor, trying desperately not to cry (I told you, I'm emotionally unstable! I get so pissed I cry). Well, my friend (the one bitch-girl had been making fun of) promptly comes up to me and says, "What happened? What's wrong?" Which just made it worse, and I hid my face and said, "Leave me alone." I wasn't like... crying, but there were tears and I almost couldn't breathe. All my friends were bothering me with, "What happened?" except my best friend who has enough sense to leave me alone when I'm in that condition, 'cause trying to make me feel better makes me more upset. Well then my friend (the boy bitch-girl'd been making fun of) sits beside me and makes me laugh, and I was torn between laughing and crying, then somebody comes up and says something like, "What the hell did you do to her (girl I mauled)?! Did you see her arm!?" Well, I really preferred not to talk because it made me start crying again, so I just curled up again, and the girl was just trying to get me to talk, and my friend (the boy) is just like, "Shut up!" And the girl left, and he made me laugh some more, and I was okay... But I hate being around people, because I can't hide it when I'm upset, and I hate being upset to the point of crying, and people make me upset, so I just want to cut off all ties with humanity and live as a hermit. I told my friend that and he's like, "Okay, I can deal with that. We'll live in the forest together." He's really sweet. Then he continued on to say, "And we'll have twenty kids, and they'll be our slaves." That made me laugh. There are two people who can cheer me up. My two best friends. Everybody else just makes it worse. When people talk to me in sad voices, like, "Oh, what's wrong? Are you okay? Can I help?" it makes me twenty times more miserable. If I'd been starting to calm down and somebody asks me that, it makes it worse. Anyway, I'm kinda worried she's gonna turn me in to the office, and I'd get I.S.S. That would SCREW my record. I've never had activity detention or I.S.S., and if she turns me in, hopefully she'd get it to, for pulling my hair and hitting my head off the wall. I don't fight in school except for self-defense. Somebody causes me pain, starts a fight or hits me first, I defend myself. Only... I have a feeling that if somebody actuallly punches me, I would do a bit more than dig in my claws. I'd probably knock out as many teeth as I could and bring as much blood as possible, and break as many bones as I could. Break nose, knock out teeth, make nose/mouth bleed, give black eye, slit throat, hide dead body in locker. You know, like that. Cause I can get really mad.

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Friday, January 9, 2004

   Quizzes

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   NEWS FLASH!

Guess what?! I don't exist! Everytime I tried to get somebody's attention to say something, it's like I wasn't even there. When I don't want attention, suddenly POW, I get attention. When I want to say something, POW, I don't exist. It's kinda annoying. I told my band teacher I don't exist, and he's like, "You don't think, therefore you aren't?" I said, "Yes. Exactly." Oh, then, I was doing my imitation of Goku powering up, and I said something about him sounding constipated, and one girl is like, "Who's constipated?" And after a second of talking (I forget exactly what was said), I was laughing so hard I couldn't breath. Then, I was finally starting to calm down, and I looked up at one of the other girls, and she was staring at me like I was insane. I started laughing again so hard I couldn't breath, and my stomach muscles were all tensed up and I felt kinda like I was either gonna puke or pass out. It was funny. I have a question. Okay if somebody was spreading a rumor around the school that you were bisexual, and you suspected the person who started it was either your ex-boyfriend (or ex-girlfriend) or your ex-best-friend's ex-boyfriend (or ex-girlfriend), what would you do about it?

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Monday, January 5, 2004

Drawings...

Yay! I have two new CDs. The Offspring. They're cool. Anywho, I just wanted to post, so I thought I'd tell you that two new drawings are on the way. Both are of Miroku, from Inuyasha. I might draw Sesshoumaru too... But I have two Miroku drawings done. I have to color them... Anywho, they should be up by tomorrow... Not like you care a whole lot.

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Sunday, January 4, 2004

   HAPPY!!! Muwahaha.

You'd make a good friend with Hiei. What Yu Yu Hakusho Character would You be best friends with. brought to you by Quizilla

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   html tutorial

Okay, I've had quite a few people ask me how I get the border and background color on my posts. I'm going to work on a full-fledged html code helper, and I'll probably add that to my website, but for now, I'll give you the code that I use for my table. (table)(table bgcolor="black" cellpadding=15 width=500 border=3 bordercolor=red borderstyle="border-color:red: border-width:3pts")(td) Just change all parenthesis ( ) to the little sideways carrots < >. The font tags come after the (td) tag. If you want a picture in the background instead of a color, type (table background="URL OF BACKGROUND PICTURE GOES HERE!!!") Type the url instead of the big letters... The border size can be changed, the colors can all be changed... Cellpadding is the space between the border and the text inside the table. The width is just how wide the table is. Mine if 500 pixels. If you want a fixed height, just add height="#" somewhere before the borderstyle. Replace the # with an actual number. I hope I haven't confused you at all... Heh. If I did, just tell me and I'll try to clear it up a bit. Oh yeah, when you want the table to stop, add (/table) at the end.

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