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Saturday, February 23rd, 2002
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7:21 am
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Chibi Bits and I went on one of our Bun-in-the-Oven Esika and Preggers K Wawa runs this morning. Nobody freak out, neither of us is pregnant. We just like our breakfasts a little odd, and we have a joke that when we've both been awake for too long we act like hungry pregnant women. Wawa breakfast is *always* a specific list of things, split evenly between us.
*One Wawa Junior sub. Turkey, no cheese, lettuce, tomato, mayo, regular mustard, and a shitload of pickles.
*One Wawa sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit.
*One pickle. One of the ones from the plastic barrel. And at some point the bag has to be dropped in the pickle juice.
*Crappuccino. As many flavors as we can find, all in one cup. Yummy, Kaffir porn. If we have the extra cash, we get a crappuccino each, and make sure that neither cup has any of the flavors in the other one.
So, we're toddling down the road on our way back, laughing like we've smoked a dime bag between us (the new clerk at Wawa obviously thought we had, the older one is used to us by now), and there was a dead possum lying in the middle of the road. Normally I would've gone "Eew, keep walking," or "Poor little guy," or summat like that, but, seeing as how I was sleep deprived *and* caffeinated by this point, the first thought in my brain was "Wow, it doesn't look beat-up at all. I wonder if it's really dead?"
I tiptoed up to it and nudged it with my toe, and just as I did it popped into my brain that possums like to play dead, and that this one *might* be about to jump up and run up my leg and start chewing out my eyeballs or something, so I freaked and jumped back and ended up spilling coffee on the poor thing, and Esika of course screamed because she thought that it had bitten me and was going to go for her next. We eventually calmed down and realised that it was, in fact, dead, and kept walking (looking over our shoulders every little bit to verify that the possum wasn't following us home), pausing only to comment that there is a bush between here and Wawa that looks disturbingly like a penis, and that I really should figure out *what* that accident involving a badger and a Jacob's Ladder that killed Esmée's father was one of these days.
Other than that, we were fine until we got home. We split up the food and sat down on the kitchen floor, plus about a half-pint of Ben & Jerry's Oranges and Cream ice cream, and started eating. That's when the bad possum trains of thought started. I wrote down a few, but by no means all, of them.
(Anyone who remembers the "pants" insertion list will probably find this repetitive. Everyone else will probably just think that it's stupid. And they're right.)
*Possum-flavored non-dairy creamer
*Coffee on a possum
*(to the tune of "Reading Rainbow") "Iiiiiiiii can die anywhere! Scrape me up, gimme a book, the reading possummmm..."
*A Boromir possum. "Stupid rabbits. Still not King." (And of course the corresponding Legolas possum. "Still the fuzziest. Go me!")
*Possum Shortis (the mid-sized Wawa subs) and Tootsie Possums
*Picklepossum, which ought to be the name of a band
*Mmmmmbabymmmmmbottlepossum (oldish joke, originally "Mmmmmbabymmmmmbottlepop)
*Pasamu ni kawatte... oshioki yo! (Probably horribly mangled, but meant to be Sailor Moon's "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" speech), and the follow-up, "Muun Pasamu Pawaa!"
*PPR -- Possum Possum Revolution. For the Possumisation of the world!
*Billy Jimmy Bobby Joe Possum, our new brother. We like him more than cospawn
*Giving birth to a child and having the doctor screech something along the lines of "Wheeee-haw! H'ain't seen nothin' that ugly since las' time Pappy shawt uh possum!"
And, of course, there was the half an hour of plotting on how to get a dead possum into Dad's freezer, and how long we thought it'd be before he noticed.
You know? I think the possum scared *all* of the brain-molesting-chibis away. They were on their ways out anyway for some reason (except for the Kanes, which I've accepted as being a fact of life), but I think that at this point I'm actually completely *me* for the first time in *months*. This is good, because it means I can actually write some more instead of having them pester me to do other things, like hit on people and be pissy.
Speaking of writing... I managed to get about half of Ceri/Simon's Complete Profile, at Least Until Matsumoto-chibi Strikes Again done last night. Means I still have about five pages to go on him, but still *grin*. It's more than I've done in months, and it feels great.
Crappuccino only lasts me so long. I'm going to take a nap now. *huggles everyone good morning/night/pick a convenient time and I'll supply the hug*
current mood: me!
current music: Jake watching early-morning toons
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(think my way)
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| Tuesday, February 19th, 2002
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3:56 pm
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Which Dir en grey member are you?
Wheeeeeee.
Aya's still here. The Kanes didn't let him sleep at all until around 3 in the morning, and he's curled up in a little ball of very tired angst right in the middle of my brain. Whenever he actually gets to sleep for ten minutes, they'll come by and pop his little snot bubble and he'll wake up and chase them and eventually kill one and go to sleep on its corpse. Considering that the Kanes are my hormones, this is actually a rather good thing, it just makes for an interesting inside-of-skull. Aya also apparently makes me want to drink Sprite instead of Pepsi with lemon (*not* Pepsi Twist or whatever it is, *real* lemon).
Mneh. House-switchy time. Maybe be on later.
current music: DDR -- Kung Fu Fighting
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(think my way)
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| Monday, February 18th, 2002
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10:15 pm
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update on aya...
he's dancing around my head with all of my kane bluerivers (for those of you who didn't know, we decided a while ago that my hormones are a herd of chibi kane bluerivers that dance around to the humpty dance). i made the mistake of giving him an entire oreo cake thing from ruby tuesday's (minus ice cream) and letting him smack schu and brad and takatori around, and he's absolutly full of himself.
besides, aya is just kane if millie was in a coma anyway. which makes aya two degrees removed from harlock, frighteningly.
new lj theme and icons! i've been meaning to do a schu theme for a *long* time now.
current mood: weißly
current music: ICP -- The Neden Game (Youji and Schu *grin*)
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(5 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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10:06 am
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*ties back currently very red hair**straps on funky trenchcoat* *grabs closest sharp object*
SHIIIIIII-NEEEEEEEEE!
since when do i channel *aya*?
anyway, people should die now. one in particular, but i can think of another. gaah.
current mood: Aya
current music: Apocalyptica -- Wherever I May Roam
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(7 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Tuesday, February 12th, 2002
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1:27 pm
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Dude, my mom said l33t!
current mood: astounded
current music: Betani calling Jess Spikeybitch
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(think my way)
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| Sunday, February 10th, 2002
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4:48 pm
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I had just woken up this morning when the phone rang. Shannon answered it, then came into the living room.
"It's your dad. He wants to talk to you."
"Ok..."
Turns out a few men broke into Michael's apartment at about 9 this morning, duct taped him up and held a gun to his head. They stole all of his electronics... his computer, his printer, his television, his Playstation 2, Super Nintendo, Game Cube, the controllers and games for all of them... the only things they left were his Nintendo and the games for that and the cable box, presumably because it's easily trackable. They *did*, however, snag his DSL modem, so if anyone tries to hook that up they're screwed. They stole a bunch of other stuff as well, mostly alcohol and things from his wallet (they also stole the state quarters from his quarter map). Thankfully, they were too stupid to go through his comic boxes looking for any number ones... he's got comics that could sell for upwards of $100. A few of the boxes got water damaged when they knocked over his bong, but since he bags and boards comics obsessively all of the contents were fine.
The cops would be suspicious he'd made it up if there hadn't been so many witnesses. For one thing, they hit at nine o'clock in the *morning*, *broad* daylight, only two hours after he normally goes to sleep. A bunch of the stuff they took required knowledge that it was there rather than just a quick run-through of the apartment, which we think means that the people knew him (or of him) and the police seem to think means he didn't think his story through very well. They *asked* him where his backpack was and grabbed it and his medication, which they went specifically looking for. They also made *quite* a few comments about his sexual orientation, things like "look at all the fag shit" (they were rather annoyed about his lack of straight/lesbian porn), and repeatedly told him that they were going to shoot him in the head.
*sigh* If Betani's role in this is to demand justice, I'm not sure what mine is. My first through forty-second thoughts upon hearing about this morning were mainly concerned with various means of making sure that his blood sugar stayed high enough until I got there and could make him eat real food and drink something hot and take a nap. The forty-third was figuring out how to get him smashed drunk, should he require it. Tyche/Omnia is apparently in fine form today, which is frighteningly appropriate considering just *how* Nemesis/Jewel Beth went this morning. Between the two of us, though, we should be able to get everything sorted.
I'm beginning to wonder if the necklace I bought yesterday (it's a lead-free pewter pendant of my celtic knot) is only cheerfully pretending to like me, and instead utterly hates my guts. A lot of things have gone oddly, if not necessarily badly, since I put it on. I think I'll try taking it off tonight when I go to bed, see if anything changes.
current mood: chaotic good
current music: Daft Punk -- One More Time (Breakbeat Remix)
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(2 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Saturday, February 9th, 2002
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10:44 pm
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Someone is going to die.
But this... *this* made the world a little better...
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I am The Star!
I am one of those people that managed to stumble gracefully into the world to serve no purpose other than to dazzle and sparkle. I have a commanding presence and an abundance of talent (even if it is only for my own further self-promotion!). Nobody tells me what to do!
I do things my way!
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I think I'm going to cry now. Matsumoto porn hurts god.
current mood: shattered
current music: beth threatening to *buy* the tizzing stuff
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(1 drop of honey ≈ think my way)
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3:20 pm
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This was the brand my mother smoked, when she first started. Very interesting.
Hair color of the day is orange. Night before last I bleached it all out so that I could dye it last night, so all yesterday I was wandering around looking like I had several handfuls of pumpkin glop mooshed onto my head, and then last night, as soon as I was sure my scalp could handle it, I broke out the orange. And it is, indeed, very *very* orange. Lina Inverse does not even begin to describe it... think of Kool-Aid. Anyway, I stuck it up in odango (odongo? I dun remember, and I'm too lazy to look it up), fastened with 3/4 inch diameter fake gold roses (they have wire stems about five inches long). It sounds disgustingly gaudy, but it actually looked quite nice, gave me an overwhelming desire to wear green velvet and pretend to be Niely (wonderful woman that she is).
Foxglove/Valencia is the newest contender for Primary Occupant of the Duck's Thinkmeats (not sure if I like the acronym for that, it sounds naughty). She's been forcing me to drink coffee with chocolate whipped cream and eat orange Tootsie Pops and write bad essays in french on why she's an air person as opposed to fire. And if she makes me look up another damned Omi fic just so that she can point out every single tizzing inconsistency, I'm going to take her pirate hat and cram it right up her, um, yeah.
I think I need a nap.
Also...
( A YELLOW Dragon Lies Beneath )
current mood: orangey
current music: Betani reading stuffs out of the newspaper
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(think my way)
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| Thursday, February 7th, 2002
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3:39 pm
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So I'm sewing and watching Kalten and Corwynn. Not too difficult, the two of them are watching the X-Men movie and I'm enjoying the cessation of the herds of plastic-katana-wielding children thundering through the house. I've got the pieces cut out for the mantle (it doesn't look like Kane wears one, but if you look at the artbook sketches, there's one hiding under that cloak of his) and I'm about to start sewing the fool thing when the questions start.
Charming children, these, and not too keen on detail. Not that many children *are*, but still... Questions like "Is Magneto the guy who has glasses that shoot lasers?" and "Does Robe have poisoned lips?" are just plain dense.
I think they need to stop eating cheese crackers and watching Johnny Bravo, and read a book instead. Excuse me for a moment while I shatter their souls by turning off the television.
Oh, and by the way... Haru wishes to state that, were he an orc, his name would *not* be Korsrol (it means "orc snot"), and that Cerulite needs to stop dancing around because he really likes the name Roryn (Ceri's results on the human section, if you use his name instead of his stone). And that Ranko shuld steal all of Ceri's grayish blue clothes and put them on *her* bois instead. He thinks that would look neat.
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(1 drop of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Wednesday, February 6th, 2002
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12:29 am
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Another snatched bit of time, but I felt like posting *grin*. In an effort to make the costume even more accurate, I've done something I haven't in over four years.
I cut my hair.
Betani-Miki(-Ranko-Chris?), don't freak! It wasn't a terrible amount, only seven or so inches. It still comes easily to the middle of my back. That's not the scary part, though... the scary part is that I have bangs (a fringe, to any foreigners) for the first time since I was about eleven. They're slopey (not sloppy, *slopey*) and foofy and curl a little bit in just the right place. I also have eartails, marvelous little bitses that I've fallen absolutely in love with. When I went outside for the first time after The Cut, I spent a good five minutes dancing around because my hair had a different shadow. Particularly pleasing was the fact that the eartails had their own identifiable *bit* of the shadow. This makes me immensely happy for no good reason.
I saved the first chunk mom cut off, a curlicuing eight inch long tassel from the hair that turned into bangs, and rubber-banded the end. It's a great deal of fun to chase Esika with it, the fact that I have bangs seems to frighten her immensely. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with it, though... the leading suggestion at the moment (thanks to mom) is to braid it into a bullwhip for Penguin.
Anybody else have any ideas?
current mood: eartailed
current music: Kalten making sleep-noises
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(2 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Tuesday, February 5th, 2002
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4:44 pm
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*laughing* my poor shoes... I've had these for *thinks* almost two years, and they were a good three years old before *that* (long story on how I got them). For anyone who didn't see the picture I linked to for "boss new kicks, yo" on the original Handy Dandy List o' Phrases and who hasn't seen the things in real life, my shoes are fairly beat-up, fairly glued together (we're talking Elmer's glue here), and not terribly good at actually covering feet a good deal of the time. A few weeks ago, Betani bought me Harlock-skull shoelaces, with which I promptly attacked the shoes. After a bit of wrestling, they agreed to wear them, and all was well... at least, until I found the Gir shoelaces. Now, the laces are a confuzzled glom of skulls, crossbones, and small robots, and I'm loving it.
This is what they looked like way back when I got them... add two years of wear-and-tear and the shoelaces and you get an idea of what they look like now.
I adore my shoes *grin*.
current music: Hamasaki Ayumi -- Powder Snow
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(1 drop of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Wednesday, January 30th, 2002
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12:09 pm
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Which Weiß boy are you? Take the quiz here.
*sigh* That one was, scarily enough, just as predictable as the results to the Schwarz test. *blinks* Is that bad? I mean, look at how many times Schuldich goes out of the way to personally piss Omi off...
I'm intrigued and jealous.
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(1 drop of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Tuesday, January 29th, 2002
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9:27 am
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Alright, here it finally is. My friend test. Took me a while, and I have no idea (realistically) how hard it is, but have fun *grin*.
By the way... *points at time* for future reference, that is my absolute favorite minute of the day.
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(5 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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2:21 am
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I've been playing with fabric all day long, and it's an absolutely delicious feeling. Sewing is sort of like tangible math, I've decided, with just enough that can go wrong to keep it really interesting. I *adore* being able to look at a picture, sketch items from that picture, measure a few things, and from that figure out how to snip and glom four yards of black, vaguely fuzzy cotton into something closely resembling said items. Patterns? Screw em. Backwards and time-consuming, much like my grandfather's calculator. Give me a Staedtler Mars Lumograph 4H pencil (my absolute favorite), a pair of decent scissors, a few pieces of blank paper, a sewing machine, some thread, and *fabric*, and I will give you a Harlock-wannabe redheaded king of black cheddar.
I now own Kane Blueriver's shirt. I would have his cape by now as well, if the needle on the sewing machine hadn't broken (what the hell does it *mean* it doesn't want to sew through ten layers of fabric? Frikkin pansy *glare*). As it is, it's all done except for the collar. It *will* be finished within four hours of my mother waking up (she has the extra needles hidden in her room somewhere), and then come the boot/leg-warmer things. I also finished his headband, as it seems to be my goal in life to acquire as many headbands as is humanly possible and suffer from Phantom Headband Syndrome unless I'm wearing one (current count is three -- red for Tigers Eye, yellow for Schuldich, and black for Kane). (And yes, I'm wearing one at the moment. Yellow, since the black is a bit small and the red is at the other house.)
I would like to say that however happy I am about being allowed to sew all day, I'm more than a bit peeved about the fact that AIM Express now refuses to even consider running on this machine, and Quick Buddy makes the comp do stranger things than a duck on codeine. *kicks comp* Frikkin piece of Win98 overglorified *crap*. *pouts* I miss my Trio. But soon, o comp, soon...
I'm putting "o" before names/objects when I address them tonight. I think I need to lay off of the Greek for a bit.
Hehhehheh... Phantom Headband Syndrome. PHS. FF7 it is then, since I canna *talk* to anyone.
Oh! And *glomples* to Ranko for the Nakago skin! You frikkin *rule*. I hope I helped ya out enough last night. PH33R D4 :!
And another "oh!". Daddy, I mentioned/asked before, and now I'm telling. *No*.
current mood: i'm *da* man!
current music: something in the dryer *wonders where corwynn is*
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(think my way)
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| Sunday, January 27th, 2002
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12:00 pm
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Which Schwartz boy are you? Take the quiz here.
This isn't funny. Shut up. I didn't lie on any of them, that's the problem...
*going to get her headband and sunglasses, and you biyotches better not be laughing when she gets back*
current mood: rassafrrakkin motherlovin...
current music: Christ playing with Manx
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(2 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Saturday, January 26th, 2002
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8:49 pm
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Last night was fun... Beth's mother got to the point where she *knew* I could keep on cramming things into the car all night long and still have room for the three of us and the computer, so the last basket and a half were just random crud she shoveled off of the kitchen counter. I won and she knows it *happy ducky dance*. Betani hurt her ankle, but we managed to get it into the Klingon Battle-boot so she could drive, and then she, Kalten, and I went back to Norfolk. The way I ended up getting the last little bits of stuff into the car, I had to put Nataku's tower where my feet were supposed to go and sit kinda cross-legged with the monitor in my lap the whole way (got some really cool marks from the corners). We're actually *very* lucky nobody decided to look in the passenger-side window, because the whole thing was just as illegal as it was uncomfortable.
The *real* fun didn't start till we got home, though... I'm very good at packing a lot of stuff into a small space, and there was a *lot* of stuff in Hotaru last night. The only problem with me packing something is that after we get it to where it's going, I'm the only one who knows how to unpack it without breaking everything in the process. It didn't actually take too terribly long to get everything inside, but by the time I was done I had gone past simply exhausted to exhausted and hyper.
I want to know what happened to my ability to stay up for four and five days at a time, since it's apparently deserted me. I'd only been awake for two days as of last night, and I crashed, fairly badly, right down to shaking, hallucinations, and random crying jags. Bethanie, sweetie that she is, put me to bed and made me do a double shot of NyQuil (it doesn't do anything to me unless I take a lot of it, but then it's in my system for far longer than it should be). It took Euclid to actually do me in, though... I love geometry to bits (it's my favorite type of math, actually), but reading proofs after having taken about a quadruple dose of NyQuil is not the best way to stay awake.
Nerk. I woke up about 3:30, there's *still* NyQuil in my system but I'm awake and not appreciably groggier than I normally am *smile*. Babysitting tonight, four kids, three of which are very blonde and not terribly bright... one of them just dropped a large rock on his foot and then his brother kicked the rock for making the younger one cry. Like I said, not too bright. I'll be on prolly around tennish though, if the pizza ever gets here.
The things I'll do for twenty bucks, I swear.
current mood: nyquillated
current music: children shrieking
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(2 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Friday, January 25th, 2002
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10:27 am
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| Tuesday, January 22nd, 2002
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5:29 pm
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So.
Charlie may be coming over around Easter for about ten days. Any requests for British food, candy, etc. should be sent to me, and keep in mind that a good deal of British candy can be found at Foods of All Nations and similar places.
Chi^2 has found Anipara. Gods help us. She woke me up this morning playing Sunlit Garden. This is neither a jarring nor a particularly loud song, but somehow she managed to turn it up *just* high enough... gaah.
Manx, CD's druggie kitty, looks like a piece of furry pink feldspar and acts like Youji. I like her very much, even though she has a thing about "what's yours is mine" and loves mooshing on keyboards, particularly when people are using them.
Speaking of Youji... we have a new theory. Have any of you ever had a good look/listen at Youji and Kojiro/James from Pokémon? Same voice actor... same hair style (well, almost)... same eyes... Youji *is* James! Imagine... in despair over never being able to do anything right and, in his mind, failing completely to impress Jesse, he slips off into the night and adopts a new identity. Bleaches his hair out, starts wearing nothing but black, decides that since he doesn't have a chance with Jesse any more he might as well work on that pimptastic groove. Giovanni eventually catches up with him, and it turns out he wasn't too happy in TR either, and is looking to form a *new* elite group. Screw the Pokémon, he feels like killing things. The only problem with *that* is that Jesse is far smarter than she looks, and is getting dangerously close to finding them.
Now, think of the *last* things James and Giovanni would ever do. For James, it would be to pick up smoking. And for Giovanni, it would be to hire Jesse and James... again (Meowth is stuffed in Tot's closet). They both panic, and James goes for the Marlboro Lites while Giovanni scrambles for applications.
The *last* place Jesse will look for either of them, of course, is right under her nose. She, at this point, has *also* assumed another identity, but hers is a bit more transparent. Giovanni, under the name of Persia, hires Jesse and gives her the code name Manx. And all is well, until the day that Balinese lets his roots out a bit too far...
Must run talk to Jess, and then I need to figure out if I'm going over to Michael's tonight to play Super Smash Brothers Melee (I'm getting decent with Jigglypuff). Prolly not, I wants ta talk to a few people and an otter.
Oh, and there's this...
Which Eva character are you most like?
Quiz by catgurl
current mood: out
current music: Michael explaining Ms. Pacman
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(7 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Wednesday, January 16th, 2002
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8:28 pm
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Which Izzard Are You?
Surreal Izzard: You talk bollocks all the time, and don't care who knows it. You are King Pig from Hell, and talk to strange people on buses. Your underwear is conspiring against you, and if James Mason was here, he'd have something to say about it. And that something would be WEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOO.
slightly cheering results, strangely (badly?) accuarate in bits, and the spanakopita isn't hurting anything. still not great though. thinking too hard. mneh.
current mood: melted icicles
current music: Queen -- Princes of the Universe
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(think my way)
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| Monday, January 14th, 2002
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2:54 pm
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I feel horribly ashamed...
After I get off the phone with Charlie, I'm going to call home and see when Beth, CD, and Christ're coming back. I be boredy.
current mood: in-between
current music: Charlie!
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(3 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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5:11 am
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Posting even though I should probably be in bed *smile*.
Finally finished the character design for Foxglove/Valencia (for our Kafir ficcage. Started out fluffy and suddenly developed plot and real characters), except for colors (I know which colors I'm going to use, just not sure on placement) and her hat (my hat for now. I'll probably change it). She's not terribly strange, except for the fact that she's female, which is a rarity with me lately, but she wasn't meant to be an oddball so that's alright. I ought to give her a better weapon than a vague mention of "that hammer Christian found in the garage" at some point, too. Speaking of characters, I also have a few ready for Nekobasu which I'll be emailing to him when I'm thinking somewhat more clearly and know I'm not fragging anything important up.
And, moving on from characters to gaming, I actually got to game the other night. Dwee! Jake was bored out of his skull, so I scrambled out two new characters (and a new character subrace/class) while he was getting his chara rolled up, picked a random map from the Forgotten Realms 3E book, and pulled five hours of halfway decent plot before we had to stop so he could go to bed. I didn't realise how much I desperately missed spontaneous sessions like that until da Boi and Betani and Shiji came back from watching Mahoromatic (adorable series by the way, at least from what I've seen. Painful in bits, but adorable) and informed me that I was a) manic and b) practically glowing. Rounded off the evening with about three (yes, only three) hours of FFVII (during which we decided that Sephiroth's new theme song is the greased-up midgets from under Zelgadis' bed chanting "Meats of Evil") and I had a damned fine evening. Almost makes me feel l33t, except that I know I'll never be that cool *grin*.
And, speaking of cool (good at this stream of consciousness tonight apparently), we called in about my SAT scores last week (the paper copy *still* isn't here). Ended up with 675 math/800 verbal *happy dance!*. If only some of the colleges I'd requested information from would actually send information, I might actually go to college next year. Finally.
Been emailing back and forth with Kris Straub from Nightlight Press lately. Apparently he needs a fangirl as reference for something, and I'm the one who happened to show up first (and, considering that I'm probably the only Checkerboard Nightmare fangirl this side of Botswana, it's rather appropriate). Looking at his most recent comic, I'm tempted to actually sit down and write Checkerboard Nightmare fanfiction, mostly just so that I can say that I know for a fact that it's been done (which is how most of my fics seem to start, unsurprisingly). There will almost definitely be fanart at some point and, since my colored pencils seem to have disappeared, it'll have to be colored with my organised-by-color-at-the-expense-of-three-hours crayons that Betani got me for Christmas, just so she could watch me go through the process of organising them and writing down what order they're in so that if they ever fall out I can put them back. I don't keep much of my stuff in order, but what I do I tend to keep so obsessively (basically just my crayons and my binder, actually *grin*).
Whoah. Tim's up. I should consider going to bed now.
current mood: Waxing lishgly
current music: Jess watching Pride and Prejudice
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(1 drop of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Friday, January 11th, 2002
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11:31 pm
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*trying to get back into the swing of this whole staying online for hours thing*
The Trio (Gaav, Phibby, and Val) are down until I can get an extension cord, the outlet situation in the LLS being somewhat different than it was in the Easter Egg Room. As a result, the only times I've really been online lately have been when nobody else is glomped onto the G3.
So. Chi^2 finally discovered my evil last night when she logged onto her account on the G3. I was starting to get worried that she'd heard me and wasn't going to sign on until i made it obvious that i *really* wanted her to. All I really did was change her desktop picture (and replace the files for her desktop pics with the same ghastly picture, renamed and re-iconed), and then play with her sound settings. It was pretty damned funny watching her drop images into the well and sniffle when the desktop didn't change though *grin*.
Shit. Finish post later. Dad wants comp. Nerk.
current mood: nerk
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| Friday, January 4th, 2002
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5:40 am
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Dude! It's a Chris-thingy!
*would post more, but is exhausted after a day of being pummeled by the Greyhound bus system, so that's what later, after actually getting home, is for*
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| Monday, December 31st, 2001
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3:53 pm
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*massive huggles all around*
Since I know I won't be on later tonight, joyous Hogmanay to all, especially you guys. Be safe, and I'll talk to you guys next year!
current mood: british... scary?
current music: *blinks* very little
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| Saturday, December 29th, 2001
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3:29 am
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Announcement:
The kitten no longer smells of dead. The kitten smells of wet, Febreezed, blow-dried, squishy dead. So does my shirt.
Thank you.
current mood: ambitious
current music: piteous meowing from the bathroom
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(5 drops of honey ≈ think my way)
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| Friday, December 28th, 2001
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9:21 pm
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| Thursday, December 27th, 2001
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6:32 am
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I am rock. Hear me, uhh... shift, yeah...
 I am an Asteroid.
I am a drifter. I go where life leads, which makes me usually a very calm and content sort of person. That or thoroughly apathetic. Usually I keep on doing whatever I'm doing, and it takes something special to make me change my mind. What Video Game Character Are You?
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So... I've been awake for far too long, as is generally the case *grin*. Got to bring ChiChi to the emergency room tonight, thumbsedy stuffs catching up with her finally. We've decided to make a magnet/sign for the sliding door of the van that says "PH34R" in *big* honkin' letters (that will come after the Michel Delving/Mathom House sign for the barn. Why? Because it *is*).
RPed a bit with Phill (Jesus) tonight. Yay! Not much, since we were both passing out... eventually it died down to he and I lying on different couches rolling dice when we felt like it and me being a flaming bitch to the NPCs. Spur-of-the-moment campaigns are fun... when else can you play an acolyte of the Great Hermaph (making you a Hermaphrolyte)? I was actually in the middle of falling asleep when Betani called and said we needed to bring ChiChi in. My first response was kind of funny, or at least it would have been had I not suddenly realised what I was doing about 3/4 of the way through *doing* it. I went in the kitchen and put together food. A stack of sammitches, a bag of salad, a thermos of sugared and creamered coffee (for Beth), two oranges, and a packet of crackers in a paper bag later, I thunked my head against the counter and exclaimed something along the lines of "Ye *gods* woman, when did you turn into your mother?" (Ask Jess, she'll tell you exactly what I said, I canna remember at the moment due to my astounding lack of brainpower. I believe it involved the adjective "Jewish"...)
I'm eating the salad now so that it doesn't go all mushy in the fridge (the sammitches, coffee, and some of the crackers and oranges got eaten), and then I'm going to sleep for a few hours. When I wake up, we're *all* gonna role-play. I'll prolly snag Esmée, Christ'll get one of his random goth-sounding archers or swashbucklers (or Bobalavich, in which case I'll play Biscuit because the two of them are fun together), Betani'll play one of the Olwins, Phill'll prolly play a (female) cleric, Mom'll play Dalak (a pissy male dwarve... I love my mom), and, if Tim's home, he'll play one of his generic paladins (he's newer to this than the rest of us... funny, because he's the oldest). Kalten may even play, in which case we'll most likely start him out with a fighter, and if Jess decides to join in we'll give her a rogue because she's actually pretty good with them. Lauren and Andy *might* play, but I have no idea on what either of them'll pull out... I think Andy used to play rangers (the only character of his I remember *clearly* was his kick-ass decker from when we used to play Shadowrun. Then again, I was ten at the time, so it's understandable).
Right. Salad's gone. Bed, or rather, couch awaits. *waves tiny flags* Yay.
current mood: instant ranch
current music: Phill making clicky noises in his sleep
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| Tuesday, December 25th, 2001
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12:51 am
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 | You must really hate yourself. You're cynical and self-loathing, the epitome of the Prozac poster child. No guy in his right mind would touch you with a ten foot pole. You've had some odd adventures in your day and hopefully, in the future one of your strange journeys will lead you to a tiny shred of happiness...or at least a good shrink. Poopy train.
Take The "Which Kevin Smith Female Are You?" Quiz!! |
Uhh... that's prolly bad...
*glomples everyone* Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, if not have a wonderful day anyway. I loves you guys!
No AIM on this compy. Poop. Doesnae matter much anyway, since my brain is *completely* gone and I'll be up fairly early (Jess'll prolly be downstairs around 7am... ugh). But I have happy Eeyore pajamas now, so all is toasty. I tried to find a pic of them, but apparently they don't exist anywhere except on my body... they're pale purple with bubbles and Winnie-the-Pooh shaped bottles of soap on them (Eeyore is in some of the larger bubbles, and occasionally there'll be one with just his tail in it).
Right, bedtime. Well, wrap Kalten's pressies first, but then bed. Yusss...
current mood: vague
current music: Greg over the phone
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| Sunday, December 23rd, 2001
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9:27 pm
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So.
The chitlin (I don't know why I call children "chitlins", I just do) has been put in bed, James is watching tv, Betani's mom is at work and her dad's asleep. I'd be ficcing with Betani but, well, she's at work too, dammit. Instead of ficcing, I'm downloading Queen songs and poking around with the eMate 300 and MessagePad 120 we found when we were cleaning the house (yes, we have *that* much stuff). The MessagePad has yet to actually start up, but I'm in the middle of doing a power drain on it so hopefully that'll help. I'm fairly sure the backup battery is dead, but my digging around Betani's mother's house has failed to turn up a new one... i found the AAs though, and the eMate is working wonderfully.
The Kane/Millie fic is coming along well, if a bit cheesily (hey, it's Lost Universe, cheese is expected if not required *grin*). Any of you wanna see it, just let me know... unless it ends up sucking horribly, in which case *every*one's out of luck.
Herm... time to put the MessagePad back together. *crosses feathers*
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Nope, s'either the backup or something more serious than power. Tiz.
current mood: InterCapped
current music: Queen -- White Queen (As It Began)
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4:00 pm
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*grr* *Damn* it CD! *pouts* I started the fic, ok? And this is the absolute *closest* I'm *ever* considering writing to Harlock porn, thank you very much.
Millie just snapped Kane's eyepatch *grin*. And I've managed to reasonably compare a jar of raspberry jam to a cheap prostitute in her early forties.
*toddles off to fic more*
current mood: rrrrrrrraspberry
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