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.... Summer is gay.
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[16 Jun 2003|08:07pm] |
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I drew my first oekaki today. Nevermind that it sucks.
( And he looks so entertained... )
There really isn't much else to say. The summer so far has been painfully boring, so there hasn't been a real outpour of things to write about. ::sigh:: I think I'll spend the rest of the night trying to bite my face.
My crappy elf name is Moorhen of the Picturesque Little Country Vales.
What's yours?
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[08 Jun 2003|07:14pm] |
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I apologize ahead of time, for making slightly less sense than usual.
I think the extreme sleep depravation has caused me to go nutters. Well, not... actually. My head would explode far before they'd ever try to ship me off to the ward, the devils ~.o. On a lighter, less freaky note, I saw the Animatrix yesterday, well, I'm almost sure it was yesterday. It was a terrible disappointment from what I was expecting, though. Where has all the intellectually stimulating movie material gone? If anyone find something worth noting, I'll give them superpowers. Or sexy trees ;). Maybe a few moose. And a truckload of immigrants.
"Because everything tastes like chicken in the end. And chicken...tastes good."
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[05 Jun 2003|01:34pm] |
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Yowzers. Haven't updated in awhile.
It's all Seano's fault, you know. Blame it on him...him and those damn dirty apes.
Speaking of Seano, he and I ate dinner at Checkers last night. It was amusing. We saw a person who looked very much like ice man. I shall call him 'blingity-bling schiz-ice man'. He kept trying to oogle me the whole time we were there. Pathetic little bugger.
I had a milkshake, though. I loves me some milkshakes.
Alas. I must abscond to the shower. Cheerio!
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[28 May 2003|08:14pm] |
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I can either remain skulking in the sheer stagant air, or go watch The Godfather downstairs. I've always wanted to see it, but......meh. It's nothing to grieve over. Besides, the finals are a more pressing matter. I really should study soon, seeing as it's nine or so, but I trust what I've learned. Geometry is my weakness; hopefully I'll do sufficient. Damn you practical thinking.
People are doopy. Yes, doopy. I've created my own word, just now. This is only in response to the characteristic ignorance of the general public, so much so that at times everyone sounds to me no more intelligent than a dead moose. Yay! Putting all people into one categlory saves so much confusion. People=Doopy. I'll make it a song, and bankrupt Slipknot with my heavy metal oboes. I think I'd play the triangle. Seano can play the digeridoo.
Oh god. I still have some of the 'French Tickler's stuff.
...That was one of the most horrible things we've ever thought of.... *shudder*. It gives me 'eeby-jeebies like you woudn't believe.
Why does he look like Namor?! Dear flying christ on an erotic bun, why?!
Lol.  misfit_mal: "Rhizymin' With Jizake"
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[26 May 2003|11:27am] |
It's 11:30, leaving at 12:00. Still in my jamies. I need motivation. Grahhh...
I had a dream I owned a tree full of blue monkies. And I lived on a farm with this old southern bell who wouldn't let me keep them. So I left and ended up at a pinch a penny in Plant City.
Florida is a great place. Our cities sound like towns from pokemon.
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Guh! This tropical sprite "remix" thing makes me want to expel my internal organs, for actually digesting this crap. Too bad it's the only drink we have, so like a pansy I'll still drink it, but I'll be angry.
Last night, we discovered that Rose and Seano both have lumpy knees. Seano supposedly is riddling with said lumpiness. This made Mrs. O'Dovovan sad, for having lumpy children. Seano and I, however, think it's the radon poisoning. That, and the pestilence that eeked out of Corky before he ran away to wallow in his own foul gasses. Except for the one instance of eating, I think the entirety of yesterday was spent dueling and playing The Sims, which is quite an addictive game.
Mmm...dork fun is gnarly. Nothing ever has to be especially exciting, just interesting and complex. Like reading comics and playing video games. That's some quality stuff there.
I regret to inform you all I presently must attend to a shower. Weep my children! Weep!
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[22 May 2003|01:19pm] |
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You are Morpheus, from "The Matrix." You
have strong faith in yourself and those around
you. A true leader, you are relentless in your persuit.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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random quote of the day: Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
--Friedrich Nietzsche
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[19 May 2003|04:07pm] |
You're Millia!
You lost your parents at a child, and were trained
by a group of assassins to use your hair as a
weapon. Your conscience got the best of you,
and you quit the organization, eventually
defeating the Zato. You now wish to settle the
score once and for all.
Which 'Guilty Gear X' character are you?
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You're the psychotic grin,and no one can quite tell
if you're insane or just really hyper.You scare
people,and I mean scare them a lot. Kati'd be
friends with you though. You two could have
sleepovers together and make pasta at 4 am.
What Kind of Smile are You?
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[12 May 2003|05:02pm] |
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PANTALOONS!
That guy who tore off his sister's finger and swallowed it on the news was amusing. Hee hee, I found it amusing, at least. I mean, how does one get in the situation to bite off another person's finger in the first place? "Whoa......Oops!". Gruuuey...I'm a tad bored. Perhaps I should call Seano. I miss him. Witness the frowny face --> :( <--. OSS for tardies is pointless and...and gay. Behold my ability to produce witty remarks offhand. Anyhow, I can't quite see how keeping Seano home for not being able to get to the school in the first place is a harsh punishment. Eh...he
might still be at the ATOSS, though. Which means our ill-fated hero is probably getting anally raped somwhere in Tampa at any moment now.
Oh yeah. Something I discovered today. You never quite know how neat a person is until you actually make contact with them (i.e Mister Lee).
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[10 May 2003|10:17pm] |
Sephiroth
"Which Kingdom Hearts Character Are You?"
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You're Dark!
DN ANGEL QUIZ
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For what it lacked, X2 was a very well made movie. I'm only saying this because of Nightcrawler. Oh god....he was sexy. Blair and I were holding eachother like giddy, japanese school girls during the entire movie . I don't think my tiny frame can handle all that ass-clenching sexiness.
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[07 May 2003|07:25pm] |
 You are blue. You are somewhat innocent, in the fact that your genius only extends to the physical world. You have a false sense of contentness. You are usually the quiet one, the genius. Everyone can count on you to help when they have problems, but you only fall short of being able to solve your own. What inner color are you?
| Will Jessica Survive A Pit Match Against Clinton And Bush? | | 12% chance Bush would kill you. |
| 0% chance Clinton would kill you. | | 33% chance he would sexually harass you. | | 88% chance you would kill them. |
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
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[05 May 2003|06:23pm] |
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Sproing!
This was a good Monday. I was suprised myself, but the whole mood of the day was generally more pleasant than any other, especially the morning. The actual school day was fine...I expect no better than I recieved. But I was able to sit with Seano and (realtively close, at least) to Spanky at lunch. My pelvis lurches with happiness upon remembering this.
Irck. I still have that oh so very painful memory of Blair's house, and sadly it won't leave.
Why won't you go away, scaring flashback of Jacob kissing me? Cursed molestion, I spat at you...or something...
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Grahhhh....it was in my benefit to stay home today. I feel like a steaming pile of ass. I've had a migrane all morning, stuffy, and my tummy hurts. Damn you Seano, you've made me oh so sickly. *coughs up internal organs*. I'm alright.
I had the weirdest dream last night. I was crawling around in a Japanese mech, not exactly a gundam, but... close. Actually, there were hundereds of people crawling about, formed into two teams, with each team having two additional sub-teams. One sub-team would try to disarm or break the other team's mech, and the second would try to repair their own. The two sub-teams made up the whole 'team' , and these two teams manned the opposing mechs. But for some reason, while I was damaging the blue mech, I deceided it was getting too difficult and switched teams. I think I switched teams about three more times, until the other workers began to mimick me and switch to their other teams. After that I wandered around the in the innards of the red mech, until I came to the 'head' part, where the main window was. Outside of the window was a fleet of aircraft (some breed of sci-fi jet). So, for no particular reason, I threw my body into the window until it shattered, and jumped onto the jet thing. Then I basically died from the force of the impact...
What kind of deep, inner meaning is that supposed to have? I mean, what the hell? ...Sometimes I worry myself...
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See you space cowboy
