Saturday, July 28, 2007

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Got back from the east yesterday. I went just to go to the Harry Potter book opening with friends. I wasn't away long enough to do it to 'catch up' or anything. Still, it was fun. Becca, her older sister, and me went as Death Eaters. I always went as a werewolf Gryffindor, but this was pretty awesome. People chanted and cheered for us. I'm getting a power high all over again just by remembering it. I wanted them to boo at us and hiss, but this was just so cool that I don't mind. Our masks were really cool, but they looked odd without the hoods up. My hood didn't stay up too easily so I wore it covering my left eye slightly, on top of my head. It would've looked better with the hood, but that hood was messing with my hair and the mask did mess with my make-up, so I guess it was okay.

I'm not into make-up and putting stuff in my hair, but I went as Bellatrix (Becca's sister was Narcissa with Becca as Madame Avery), and I just pull off a better Bella with a lighter face and mousse messy hair. We got our pictures in a paper we still haven't found. I hate camera so it was hood and mask for that. And the costume contest, well, Becca goes into better detail so I'll leave it out. I was seriously on a power trip because people wouldn't shut up when it came to us. I started out with the hood and mask, but Sirius knocked off my hood because we were back to back (almost poster style which was funny) so I had to pull the mask off and wear it like I described. If that woman let us introduce ourselves, or if we had seen Becca's brother, we would've won. We would've pretended to Crusio him. You can't beat Lestrange, Malfoy, and Avery Crusio-ing someone from the crowd. Okay, I sound like a real geek-dork so I'm going to stop.

First, man, I was proud of my look. Okay, okay, that was vain. I'm not really vain, it's the power talking. I look good in power. Sorry, I'll stop now.

We, (Becca, Elite, ect.), managed to write, well come up with, an episode for the television show we're going to get around to doing. It's one of those episodes that doesn't further the plot but at the same time has tiny bites of info on how that world works. Just a random, funny, lighten the whole feel for an episode...uh, episode. This show is a dark comedy, no other way to put it. It's got parts that are quite funny, probably because most of it is us goofing off with our characters. Other parts are quite bloody. Anastasius is in it, along with a few other characters of my own warped mind. We've all got some, very all over collaboration, thingy.
Cami: 1
Ian: 6/7(8?)
Becca: 6/7(8?)
Elite: Um, wow, I wish my mind didn't just shut down. More then eight, at least I'm fairly sure. Wow, I feel really stupid for not knowing this off the top of my head. Then again so far I've only been positive about how many Cami had.
Me: 16/17, I'm not even sure with myself. I have profiles for that many but I don't think most are really going to play a part. Anastasius, Ai, and about four other will probably be it. Now I feel even dumber for not knowing my own. I can name them off, I'm fairly sure. I don't feel like it right now.

Okay, so, induvidual stuff now. I'm back with my typing computer, yeah for passing the time, boo for my stupid arm. It'll get used to it again in a day or so. I finished off chapter six of the sequel to this story I was writing for the past five years. Whoopie! But I think I'm probably going to end up typing up backstory for Aurelius, Adellenine, Aurora, and Borealis. I just feel like. I do have to finish off that stupid sequel so I can finish off some other stuff. I left Fury, Danny, Key, and Ethereal laying around too long. Time to get back to them.

Wow, I'm still bored. I'm only typing so much on this so I can avoid work. Oh, I'll go on about airlines. I hate airlines. I took a flight east for the book. My layover was supposed to be about half an hour, but no, it took me eight ______(fill it it yourself) hours to get out of there. I'll take some responciblity for missing the one flight, but only some. I was sitting right at the gate and I kept cheaking the time, checking the flight number, and it left. The woman said she called me, I didn't hear her. She tried to say my name to show she called me, even messed up the first name. I swore she was speaking a different language, like Arabic. Oh, and she wasn't foreign or anything. I wasn't the only one that missed it though, so I didn't feel too bad. The other ones got mad and stormed off. Well, I don't know NYC, so I couldn't go anywhere or nothing. I got the next flight out, supposed to leave at six or something like that, only a few hours. I went to the gate she told me it was at and waited. Half an hour before take off it disappears from the moniter. I ask if it was cancled, no, they switched gates. They tell me the gate, I go to the gate and it's not that gate. I ask which gate, they don't know. I run around the airport until I find it, then it's delayed until nine. So, I sit back in one of those horrid airport seats and wait. A couple minutes, maybe longer since time was blurring at this point from being so bored, the flight disappears from the motier again. I don't even bother asking this time and go look for it. I find it, it vanishes again. They changed the stupid gate six times and only announced it twice, not that it mattered because no one could hear or understand the people. Every single time they got on everyone would turn to their neighbor and ask what they said. I finally find the gate, it's almost nine, I find more people on that flight so I can follow them around if things get moved again, everything's great. Except, nine came and went without the doors opening. A guy asked what was going on, we had no pilot, no flight crew. We didn't get off the ground until passed ten, maybe ten fifteen. Heck, it was probably ten thirty. Either way, I loathe flying. The problem was I had to fly back. I skipped over the NYC airport and got a connection in Philly, the start. Unfortunately, I was travelling alone, like always, and they bumped me off to fit a family. Oh, I was so mad. I would've thrown a fit, I almost did, but I calmed myself down and waited for four hours. The other woman they bumped for that family talked about her daughters and stuff, so it passed the time a bit. I didn't say much, told her I was writing a television show with a few people, but that was it. I don't like to talk. You'd never be able to guess from the length of these posts, but it's true. And when I do talk, when I go on for hours with someone I don't know, I'll leave the conversation knowing tons about them but they might not even get my name. It's a cool trick. Okay, anyway, so I got stuck in Philly for four hours. I know Philly, so if things got bad I could leave. I know all the shady service veichels that you avoid and the good ones you use. It helps being a nomad. So, I finally get on the stupid plane, which at this point if someone were to talk to me I'd probably be the snidest thing in the world, and then the plane stops. It stops right there on the tar-mat, the engines go off, and the pilot says the flight might be cancled. G__ d____ it, word for word right there in the plane. I'm so surprised I didn't get kicked off. Well, two hours of sitting on the tar-mat, and the plane starts moving. We get really close to the airport and the plane nose dives for a few seconds, completely freaking out the woman sitting next to me, who happened to be spilling onto my seat. It freaked the guy on my other side, who took the arm rest and kept trying to make sure I wasn't watching what he was typing while at the same time keeping his laptop turned towards me. I wanted to laugh like all the other times my plane's dropped, but I couldn't. I was so angry and so hungry. The best thing about that day was the prime rib I got at some random roadside restaurant at ten at night. Just like the best thing about the flight going east was the can of Vienna (can't say the word can't spell the word). I enjoy food. Right, so the plane dived like that because the pilot didn't realise he was that close to the airport. I'm not flying anymore, not for a long time. If it wasn't the flights it's the security. Nineteen, travelling alone, I always get my bags searched and I always get searched. I guess being a brunette with an interesting complextion doesn't help all that much either. So, flying is bad.

SGAH
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