Sunday, April 25, 2004

   Weee!!!

Woohoo! 1:37 in the morning is such a wonderful time! Not really, because I'm listening to like... video game midis and reading some story and I'm all false-happy and extremely false-cheerful! I wrote a whole chapter to my "Work Sucks" story in under 2 hours and posted it and everything! Woo! And... and... and... School sucks! Since I have band after school Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I'm going to do all my math homework for those days on Sunday, and Thursday too since that's when my stupid damn concert is and I won't have time to do my homework then either unless I sacrifice my computer time! Which I won't do for homework, because homework is shit! Yay! My mother probably won't let me on the computer tomorrow because I was on it ALL $%^&ING DAY today! Well, Saturday, plus until what is now currently 1:43 AM on Sunday... Yeah. Seriously. Like, noon thirty until around five, then like... an hour later I was back for a half hour or so, then I got off to eat ice cream and attempt to read some of Lemony Snicket: Unauthorized Autobiography which has so far turned out to be a rather strange book, kinda reminds me of something I might write when I become a world famous author sometime in the nowhere-near future. Uhm.... Where was I? Oh yeah, then after eating ice cream around 8 or something, I got back on the computer and have been on ever since and it is now 1:48, and at least I'm not reading some psycho fanfics like I usually end up doing at this hour of the damned morning. Sorry I'm cussing--DAMMIT I CAN'T TYPE!!!-- Sor-ry I am Cus-sing so much. There. I typed it. I'm cussing because: 1) I was writing my stories earlier and just felt like cussing in those, too, and 2) it's 1:50 in the goddamn morning and I'm listening to some midi called "Unicorn Dance" and it's so CUTE! Dunno why it is, it just is. Did you know my best friend ran into a tree, fell in a creek, and got hit by a 5-year-old on a bicycle? Yeah, she's suddenly having very bad luck. But me, I'm peachy keen and safe when I sit in my swiveling computer chair and my swiveling video game chair and my non-swiveling bed with the mini-disc player and speakers playing "Kokoro no Hadaka" or something similar... Yeah, I was right. "Nakedness of the Heart" if you care for the English translation. It's Sanosuke's theme... Or one of them... It's cool. Hey, what does this little "Format line breaks as HTML? (Recommended.)" do? Not that it matters, I suppose if I leave it checked like it's supposed to be then my computer probably won't blow up. Don't you agree? You know, I'm planning on being an author, and I think when I start writing as a living I'm going to become nocturnal and live in the middle of a forest in a secluded cabin. Not like that place in "Secret Window" because that place just freaked me out at night in the movie and if I moved to some place similar to that--Dammit, now I'm getting paranoid, I swear to god there's some guy standing behind me, maybe with a *twitch, cringe, shudder* screwdriver--anyway, so if I moved to some place similar to that I'd constantly be haunted by that damn movie because think about it: an author living in the middle of a forest in a cabin... Yeah. That's called A STEPHEN KING SETTING IF I EVER DAMN SAW ONE MYSELF! Which I suppose I have, but you never know. Damn this post is long. That's what you get at 1:57 in the morning. I almost said "in the damn morning" but decided not to. You know, I'm typing this all very fast and I really don't know what I'm typing, so I could probably be revealing my deepest secrets to you and wouldn't realize it, but then again, I couldn't say what my depeest secret is... Everybody in the universe who is slightly observant and has half a piece of a speck of a brain knows who I like, everybody knows that I have about 400 phobias (none of which have anything to do with animals. More like phobias of people, small spaces, dammit now it's 2:00 in the damn f%^*ing morning, dammit, oh, that's not a phobia by the way, the whole 'dammit 2:00 blah blah" yeah, no, that's not a phobia. Anyway...) Let's see, I have no idea what I've written so far. You know, I'd be kinda happy if I could write the rest of this post without having to hit "backspace" again, because that's getting really annoying. Why do I have to make so many typos? At least I catch most of them... of course... *skips over to ff.net to read "Fly From the Inside" chapter 4* Oh, this story is very good. Poor Hiei is in looooove. He's being tortured by Kurama. It's funny. ^_^ *floats away again* Wee, I'm getting all these images in my mind that I'd like to draw by most definitely do not have the talent for. ^_^ Hee hee hee... You know, I'm kinda in that kinda mood like I am whenever I get off the phone with Eclipse (yeah, the "look-at-me-I-like-to-run-into-trees!" girl). All hyper and stupid. Well, I'm always stupid, and 95% of the time hyper (the other 5% of the time being when I'm not hyper), but when I'm on the phone with her I'm retarded and twice as hyper as usual, which is scary. Then my sister gets all peeved and yells at me and complains to my mother that I'm always so loud when I'm with my friends and stuff... You know, I've already said this, but I'm rambling all kinds of stuff and you all could be stalking me and standing outside the window beside me at this very damn moment (DAMMIT, ANOTHER WAVE OF PARANOIA JUST FROM THINKING THAT! *glances at window, over shoulder, at front door, into dark living room, shivers*), but if you were indeed standing outside the window at this very moment at 2:11 in the morning on Sunday April 25th, then you most definitely would be quite unable to read this. Oh lookie, I've been online for two hours since I posted my chapter whatever... 8 or something... of Work Sucks. Jolly Good. I think I'll probably post this now seeing as the scrolly bar is getting rather small. Bye! *after posting and seeing how long this is* Holy %^&*ing God, this is a long post... It's like a friggin BOOK! Oh, by the way in that story Hiei just kissed Cordy. How cute. Yeah, it doesn't matter and you probably don't give... something... a cows left leg or whatever that saying is... about it. But hey, since this post is incredibly stupid and retarded, then whatever! Who cares! Hope you have fun reading this one, Ali. See how I get at early hours? At least I wasn't in my perverted frame of mind... Yeah, the one I get in to make Jonathan accuse me of being addicted to such things as he accuses me of being addicted to, but which I am most definitely NOT addicted to, thank you very much. *incoherent grumbles under breath* Shh! No myO members read that little part! Shhhh! If you are myO member and admit you read that little part, I believe I will have to eat your soul, like I think Zeke is gonna do to Yoh on Shaman King next season! Doom shall ensue! Dammit, I hate being so insecure and paranoid. Okay, so I'm still adding to this damn post. Dammit. Still reading that story, too, and it's now 2:46. As soon as I finish this chapter I'm going to bed. *ha internal argument during which the angel (rather tired, chibi angel, by the way), manages to incapacitate the devil (rotten little bugger, not in the least bit tired, and wielding a pitchfork) with a Hannukah candle holder thing.* I know what they're called, but since that damned little tired angel just won over, I'm braindead. *Chibi devil makes a comeback and war is waged inside my head* I'm surprised my eyeballs haven't been knocked out from the inside yet. *back from reading and is no laughing insanely* Runners! Oh boy. New trigger word... Don't talk about runners around me, anyone. I think I'm on a high. I'm so close to bursting into maniacal laughter it's slightly dangerous being as if I did at 2:56 AM somebody would have my head on a plaque on the wall. I almost screamed earlier when my paranoia was too great, but I survived. Remember, do not talk about RUNNERS around me. It will trigger maniacal laughter and/or bad images. Runners... *psychotic laughter* Well I'm done with this story so now I'm gonna conclude this book-post and go to bed. Ja! *vanishes in a dramatic explosion of fire and little orange smiley faces that explode from the ground and bounce around in the room until somebody figures out how to rid the room of them, which won't be easy* I think I should get an award for longest post. 1,549 words! That's as long as some of the chapters in my stories! *throws herself out a window and lands on the ground two feet below, looking up at the cloaked stalked that's been standing outside the damned window since everyone else went to bed*

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