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Duuudes, I know it's only about five minutes since that last, insane post, but... don't know quite what was wrong with me. I've now talked to Cliff, one of my COOT leaders, and that was fun, and so now I'm happy again and no longer have a scary attitude. *blinks* So, umm... yeah.
Ta.
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Oct. 10th, 2004 @ 11:38 am
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's about time that I actually updated this thing, me thinks. It's been awhile. June... 16th. The day before I turned 18.
Well... I don't know why it's been so long since I've updated. 's not because I don't care about you... or maybe it is, I dunno. My life has turned in a different direction, more toward online friends, people that I share a fandom with, people that like me and people that I actually like, instead of being stuck in Hood River with lots of people who honestly could care less about me. Am I bitter? No, not really. I just found the livejournal of a HR girl who, although nice, always thought she was better than everyone else. Her sister rules -- hell, her sister might actually read this entry. Anyway... let me just say I'm so immensely proud and relieved to no longer be a high school student. High schoolers are so absolutely infuriating -- I know, I was one once, and I'm sure I was infuriating for other people at times.
It's odd. Right now, in the last five minutes since spotting this girl's LJ, I've become extremely... uncaring. Nonchalant. Bitter. To-hell-with-it-all attitude. It's actually kind of refreshing. But it's not a 'holier-than-thou, I-got-out-of-HoodRiver-and-Oregon' attitude. It's like, look at me, I'm in Maine, finally living. Fucking LIVING, damnit, for the first time in my life. I'll admit, it's not a huge change from home -- most of my free time is spent on the computer, but I'm working on getting past that.
Today is Jess' birthday (my roommates are Jess 'n' Hillary). Jess returned from home (she lives 45 minutes away) and when she went back to her car to lug more stuff up, Hillary and I used our amazing blowing skills (*cheeky grin*) and blew up several balloons, which we then stuffed in her bed. Then we (er... Hillary -- she was so ridiculous about it I couldn't stop laughing) sang Happy Birthday (copyrighted by... someone and Patty Hill, by the way) and and Hillary scolded me for not singing along and I made fun of Hillary and Hillary put on an insane (honestly, it's ICP) rap song about birthdays, Jess oggled about it for a bit, that was the end of that, and I enjoy run-on setences a bit too much.
I should be doing work. Honestly, I have way too much to do, and yesterday I did absolutely zip -- I was exhausted. Kept taking naps, and then Jenny and I had a movie night and played card games and got absolutely high (and by high I mean we seemed absolutely high 'cause we were only hyper, honest, and this is a chem-free dorm and we don't do that sort of thing... riiiight. [Although, our insanity really was brought on by pure adrenaline and playing California Speed and regular Speed and she taught me poker and this is just steam-of-fucking-consciousness, could ya' tell?]) and it was insane.
My list of To-Do's... (in no particular order)
Eins -- Catch up in stupid fucking Music Theory
Zwei -- Read the two short stories for Imaginative Writing
Drei -- Look at my German, see if I know the stuff already or not
Vier -- Read the rest of Oedipus Tyrannus ('s very good, by the way, I'd suggest it -- Prometheus Bound as well, actually)
Fuenf (Damn, I have no umlaut. Therefore... ue!) -- Read the Rocco article
Sechs -- Write the fucking paper for From Myth to Film, god damnit.
Sieben -- Continue writing The Unbosomings of an Ugly Duckling (my own story, not for school, thankyouverymuch).
Acht -- Decide if I'm going to stay in Handbells or not, decide if I'm going to stay in Badminton Club or not... decide if I'm going to join the Pottery Club, since Jenny suggested it and it looks like fucking fun.
Neun -- See if I can learn Music Theory without the help of creepy Tim.
Zehn -- Fucking CLEAN
Elf -- Print out more pictures for our Man Wall
Zwoelf -- Get to sleep at a reasonable hour
Dreizehn -- Write to the digest to beg for a ride to Philly for Thanksgiving
Vierzehn -- Write letters to people. I really, really need to write to Emma.
Y'know, I'm gonna just END this list and END this post.
I'm listening to Bach, I'm uncaring about the past, worried about the future, wondeirng when Jenny's gonna come down to finish the movie and perhaps play some more card games and help me procrastinate (as I've been doing ALL FUCKING DAY), and realizing that I don't really care. About this journal, that is. Most of the people on my flist... I won't know you in ten, fifteen years. What's the point, honestly? Some of you are prob'ly even people that, although you're on my flist, I can't wait to forget. I dunno. I'm suddenly feeling painfully honest.
Maybe my next post will be another honest, this-is-how-it-is-deal-with-is post.
Until then... ta. Or, at Laila once said, "Toodle pip an' all that!"
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Jun. 16th, 2004 @ 12:45 pm
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Howders.
So... Life is good.
Katers is here, Tiffers is coming up tomorrow, my birthday's tomorrow, I getta see all my people (Christina, Tiffs, Kerry, Sarah, Sara, Fatima, Emma, Lauren, maybe Bob!, Anastasia, Samantha, Samantha, Kathryn, Ivy, Melissa, and lots o' other people)... I've found that, when I became a senior, I became a lot friendlier, so... lots of people are invited to my par-tay, dude. Par-tay!
Umm... so, yesh. The next time I write in this, I shall be 18!!!
8:48 PM, June 17th, 1986. *nods*
So there.
Love to all!
Laura
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Sooooo bored.
When I wrote that first line, I thought of a little thing in one of the M*A*S*H episodes... I forget the name, but... is her name Carly? Yeah, anyway, this "Carly" shows up at the 4077th and it turns out she's an old flame of Hawkeye's. Anyway, the beginning of the episode has Hawk and BJ bantering... as usual, and they're talking about being bored, and... well, it's much funnier if it's not trying to be described like this. *sigh* Seriously, it's great.
Um... hi. I should be at school. Am I? No. With permission, I might add. I would be watching a movie right now in AP. And I actually like doing that, too. What're watching today? This is Spinal Tap? At least I've seen it before. Of course, they could be watching something completely different. And when I say that, I don't mean the Monty Python: "And Now For Something Completely Different." I mean something different than what I said, different than Spinal Tap. *nods*
Anyway...
Y'know, clients are very nice. I really do like them. A LOT. Now I can preview my posts without having to post it and preview it and then go back and edit and curse livejournal for all it's worth.
Anyway... right now, I should also be writing my fucking chicken lab. Am I? Off and on, yes. I have tons of papers here at the computer. I have just under six hours until the paper's due. Think I'll make it? We hope so.
Mom wants me to go to school at lunch time for the last two periods. Which seems to me like a waste. I'll have lunch, Chamber Singers (it's just Pirates shtuffs, and really, I think I know the stuff pretty well) and Journalism, and we're done with most everything in that class. So... yeah. Complete waste.
I just have to go to school during the last period to give DeBorde the paper. So... that's what I'm hoping will happen.
So, as I do this, I'm being a bad person. I'm semi-writing the paper, but I'm also talking to Mars, downloading Dom clips (*swoons then recovers*), and... yeah, that's about it. Dom stuffs, Mars, and chickens.
*headdesk* Bad Lars... err, Laurdba... er, Laurda... Lethal Virus? Laurgasm? *cries* What the fuck's my name?!? Does anyone call me the right thing anymore? *turns to family* Yesh. Dad does. Other than that, it switches from chicken, Munchkin, and Shorty. *sigh* Actually, Mom calls me Laura as well. I haven't been her chicken all year, I believe. I've been too wrought with senioritis to be a good child. ;)
And now people would be in Wind Ensemble, putting together their instruments and making bloody loud, annoying noises that sound nothing like said instrument should. *sigh* I'm glad I'm not there.
Damn, I'm getting very little work done... sort of. Of course, I understand testosterone and all that happy shtuffs much better than I did when I first went to sleep, 'cause I found a paper DeBorde gave us earlier this semester about hormones and whatnot. It's actually very useful. I still won't get a good grade, though, 'cause I'm practically copying definitions straight from this paper. *screams* Damn.
Hah, when I get to school either this afternoon or tomorrow, Joel's gonna tell me that it was mean of me to leave him in Wind Ensemble all alone. Hah. You need to get used to it, dude.
Ah, dude, almost fell back in my chair. No fun.
Anyway, I'm going to stop procrastinating and try to get a substantial amount of stuffs written in the next half an hour or somethin'.
I don't think any of this makes sense.
Damn.
Well, have fun interpreting.
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I have discovered how to make this piece of junk livejournal work. Well, I mean, I've gotten a client so now I can feel nifty and do this.
and this
and this
and this
and this
bwahahahahaha
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Everything is stupid. People are stupid. (Oh, and my friends, I'm not talking about you. You just need to talk. *nods* I'm speaking of people in general)
All those stupid navy/national guard/army/stupidness peoples invaded our school. I suppose not everyone would think of it as invading, but I do. They freaked me out. I think some of them saw me rolling my eyes at the insanity of it all.
And there was a confrontation between Louis and one of the military dudes. Scary, but quite amusing to picture. Heh.
Y'know, I really don't have much to say. I just sorta felt that I'd been neglecting this journal. I've been going crazy with posting (stories) in the other one, but... this poor journal. Oh well.
Umm... yeah. Woohoo, I lead such an interesting life, don't'cha' think?
'Bye.
Feb. 11th, 2004 @ 07:46 pm
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You are Rowlf.
You are a loner, and love classical music, You can
play the piano without opposable thumbs. Then
again, you are just a Muppet.
ALSO KNOWN AS:
Ol' Brown Ears
HOBBIES:
Piano playing, punning, fetching.
QUOTE:
"My bark is worse than my bite, and my piano
playing beats 'em both."
FAVORITE MOVIE:
"The Dogfather"
FAVORITE COMPOSER:
Poochini
FAVORITE SONG:
"I've Never Harmed An Onion, So Why Should
They Make Me Cry?"
What Muppet are you?
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Feb. 7th, 2004 @ 03:41 pm
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You are an epee fencer.
Epee is a weapon of deceit and guile. You tend to take your time and counter-attack. You can touch your opponent anywhere at any time. What Kind of Fencer Are You? |  |
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Yeah. So, umm... yeah.
Meh. I'm sure there was more I was going to say, but... eh, forgot.
Feb. 5th, 2004 @ 04:08 pm
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Keep in mind that my subject line must be said like Fenster in The Usual Suspects... played by Benicio Del Toro. *nods*
So... apparently, Hannah and Gena have decided that I am going to be killed, then hoisted above everyone's shoulders as they do a Broadway-type dance.
Did that make sense? No? Good. It wasn't supposed to.
Y'know, Hannah, it makes it sound like I'm being sacrificed! And... well, I dun wanna be! As much as it annoys me sometimes, I really do love life. So does my character! Oh, and... am I going to be Mr. or Ms. S? Why am I to be killed?!?
*sigh*
Why can't he just reform and be a happy dude and dance with the rest of you?
But no. You want a ritualistic sacrifice. That's not a happy ending. I mean, yesh, I'm a bad character, but... but... Well, at least... can't I be killed and not have to be hoisted up? I'm not too happy 'bout that...
"Deal with it," says Palendrome. Well, fine then. *sigh*
Farewell, cruel world.
(heheheheheh...)
Feb. 4th, 2004 @ 08:08 pm
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Odd day. I was indifferent. Then upset. Then I went to the Leos meeting and I actually... sorta had fun. Neither Christina nor Kathryn were there, so I ran the meeting. The first meeting I've run. I'm the longest member out of all of 'em, too. It... was interesting. I kinda became sorta power-happy. I liked ringing the bell. Especially to stop Dad from continuing on tangents. That was fun.
Then, I got home. Got online. Talked to Airlia for a bit. She sent me Static and Reincarnation and Postage Stamps, parts V-VII. She said that she might get the last two parts to me by tomorrow! Yay! And I just posted Static.
Yup.
Umm...
The end.
Feb. 1st, 2004 @ 09:45 pm
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Hm. So... Oddness.
Yesterday, I figured that I'd get the epilogue to Reincarnation and Postage Stamps done almost immediately. Only a few things needed to happen in the epilogue, but... dude. It was hard to write. Plus, of course, I kept getting distracted. So... I finished it at about... eh, 10:30 last night. Then, I just stared at it. Well... here's what I wrote to my beta reader when I sent her the story in an attachment.
It's finished, and... I really have no idea what I think about that. I really have liked this story, and... I'm truly not sure about the ending. I mean, I like *how* it ended, I'm just not sure if my writing was quite up to par. I figured I'd get this epilogue out early today, but it's 10:20 PM now and... I think, near the end, I may have just been trying to get it out. I dunno. Amazingly, the last part was, hands down, the hardest part to write.
So... yesh. I like how it ended. I like the last paragraph. (paragraph. Heh. Line.) But... I'm just not sure about the writing. *sigh* I wish I were sure!
I've been sitting here, staring at the document for several minutes. I'm just... so unsure! It's driving me insane. Well, I write best at night, so... I just printed out the entire thing. I'm going to bring it to bed and read it over once again. Hopefully I'll make a lot of notes on the epilogue. I hope something strikes me.
Maybe it's not the writing I'm so unsure of (though I'm pretty sure I am. I'm much better with dialogue and interaction rather than narrating a bunny hopping)... maybe I'm just sorta... in aftershock. It's finished. I created it 17 days ago, and... it's finished. Well, not finished, 'cause I'm sure you're going to have notes (which I'm sure it needs), but... still. Pretty much finished. I've been avoiding all work and haven't been writing any other stories for awhile just to work on this. Hmm. I wonder which I like better: this or Destructive Sparks. Hmm... I may actually be more emotionally attached to this one. Destructive Sparks was written in about three days. It was started, and it was finished quite quickly. Destructive Sparks didn't take that much out of me. I wrote it. Quite easily. This is different. This has taken from me. Taken from my experiences, taken from my heart and soul. It's just... yesh. It's a weird feeling.
So... I was/am feeling kinda vulnerable. It was hard for me when I had to post the final chapter of Destructive Sparks... this'll be so much more difficult. By the time that I post the epilogue, this story will have been a part of my life for a month. Non-stop. Seriously, for awhile there, I was staying up super-late writing it, going to bed thinking about the next chapter, writing summaries at school,... It was pretty insane. Of course, I may just come up with another story soon that makes me feel like this, but I have a feeling that, for awhile at least, I'll be writing lots o' ficlets and drabbles and such. Especially since I'm gonna be really busy for awhile. Now that Baroque Festival is done, I have tons of other things that are gonna happen. Solo and ensemble competition is soon. The Wales/England tour is just over a month away (Oh, shit...). The Ashland trip. NATS. Just... lots o' stressful stuffs. I don't think I'll have the time or energy to be as emotional attached to a story.
Anyway, so... yesh. So, I was up late reading through the story. Oh, and... Henson was on my pillow. Completely on my pillow. Covering it. No room for Laura. And Marble was at the end of the bed. So... I was trying to read using this little panda pillow, squished to the side... close to banging my head on my bedside table. Finally, when I decided to go to sleep, I prodded him a bit and he moved. I turned my pillow over (do I really want Henson fur in my hair? Not so much.) and attempted to sleep. I was almost asleep when I heard Marble growling. At Henson. Of course. It's completely dark, so I can't see anything, but I know that Marble doesn't like Henson. So... I keep hearing Marble growl and this odd noise, so I finally give in and turn on the lamp. Henson is trying to climb into a cardboard box that's in the back of my room, under the built-in desk. A box that he has to climb to get to. And he is. So, when I turn on the light, I see that he's in the box. But he's not laying down. I'm staring at him -- no, glaring at him. I start cursing and I tell him to lay down, 'cause I don't want to turn off the light, almost fall asleep, then wake up from the noise of him turning in circles to get to sleep. By the way, this box is a box of stuffs that Katers sent me a year ago. Some of that stuffs is still there. I finally moved the scarf. I've worn it since, of course (it's so fluffy!), but I always know where it is if I keep it there. Now the scarf is Henson-furry. Bleah.
I finally got to sleep. Then I woke up at 2. On the dot. Because Marble's growling. Again. I look to my right. Henson has his paws up on the bed, staring at me. He wants to jump up. Next to my head. He does. Sits on my hair. I push him off. I'm tired. I tell him to go away, 'cause Marble doesn't like him, and it's her room. He makes noise for awhile before finally settling in on one of my jackets. On the floor. He has four places in my room that he likes to be. 1) in Peter's sofa chair (that's in my room). 2) In the cardboard box. 3) On clean laundry. Making it dirty. 4) My pillow.
It's odd.
I finally got to sleep again. I woke up to my alarm at 7:30. Turned it off, annoyed. Woke up (luckily) at 8. Cursed, got up, took a bath, and left for my German lesson. I hadn't done my Hausaufgaben (homework). Mimi wasn't happy.
Came home. Read through my story. Got online. Left for the Baroque Festival. Messed up (not a lot, just a bit, but... bleah.). My legs were shaking. So were my hands. Not good when you're playing the piano. Particularly a Bach piece where it's easy for your fingers to become clumsy and 'tongue tied.'
Home. Listened to Moby in the car. The ride was silent. I didn't talk to my parents, they didn't talk to me. Fun-fun. Just silent. Music.
Home. Took another bath. Considered wearing a dress. Decided on cargo pants. As usual. Read through my story a last time, reading it out loud to make sure I caught everything. Made edits with a pink pen to make sure I can tell the new edits from the old.
Got some food (made a smoothie, grabbed a few spelt pretzels with some yummy onion dip), went to the guest house to work on Economics over correspondance. Attempted to continue watching Muppet Treasure Island. Had to try to re-set up the VCR. Sucked at it. Ended up with sound and very, very dark/bad/icky picture. Sighed and listened to Muppet Treasure Island while doing economics. Woohoo.
Came here. I'm online. Hi. I'm suddenly feeling quite depressed, damnit. And upset. And, damnit, there's a stupid Leos meeting tonight that I sure as hell don't want to go to! Suddenly, I feel depressed and annoyed with everything and everyone. Beware. Except for Airlia and Nicola. And some of my other RPS peoples. They don't need to tread with caution. Everyone else? Yup. Beware. I really want caution tape. I'd definitely put it up in my room, then my dorm room when I get there.
I just know that, at the Leos meeting, Kathryn's going to try to talk to me, and... I don't want to be mean to her, but when I'm in a bad mood, she's good at pissing me off. Joke just a little too much, tease, make a crack, or complain some more to me (I'll listen, set my jaw, and write). I also know that, at the Leos meeting, I won't want to talk to anyone. The stupid jokes that people make will just upset me. The only good thing could be if Christina actually gets there. I want to see Christina. Unless she's in one of her silent moods that I just can't seem to get past.
I just want to go to sleep and wake up in twenty years. Not really. But I do want a lot of things to pass without my noticing them.
I want a lot of things. But they're not going to fucking happen, are you? God damnit. Y'know, I started off this entry fairly happy. Now it's just making me upset. *shakes fist* Damn you, LiveJournal! Hmm.... Maybe I should get a DeadJournal.
Oh well. The only good thing from this is that I can prob'ly get some stories out of these emotions. ...Maybe. I've already written two death-fics. Last Sunday (it was fucking last Sunday! Damn, what's up with Sundays, damnit?) I wrote one after becoming completely depressed. It sucked. DAMNDAMNDAMN.
Farewell.
Feb. 1st, 2004 @ 03:30 pm
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I just got home. I had to go to Riverside Church. For Baroque Festival. I had to sing. O Had I Jubal's Lyre by Handel. It's a good song. Sonja, Klara, Matt, and at least three other of Angelina's students (Polly, Errin and Jessica) were there. I think I actually did pretty well. Angelina seemed impressed by my runs. (for those of you who don't know... runs in voice music are lots and lots o' notes... eighth notes, usually, maybe sixteeth, that doesn't really matter, but lots o' notes on one word. I got to hold out Rejoice four times. THe first was the longest. Prob'ly at least ten seconds on this one freakin' 'rejoice.' Bleah. Anyway, they went pretty well.
I was going to mention this oddly amusing thing that Angelina said, but... I've changed my mind.
Tomorrow I have to return to the church for Baroque Festival for piano.
Bleah. I have a headache. And I much-o much-o do not want to return for the piano portion tomorrow. I was talking to Mom about this earlier. I don't know which makes me more nervous, piano or voice. But with piano, so much more can go wrong. My fingers get clumsy and whatnot. So, I feel less assured with the piano. But, on the other hand, when I'm singing in front of others, I'm making myself vulnerable. I'm putting myself out there; a part of me. The piano isn't a part of me. It's just seeing how nimble my fingers are. So, they're completely different. I guess piano makes me more nervous, but I really, really dunno. They're just so different.
Umm... yesh. I should prob'ly eat.
I'm very happy. I've been losing weight. Of course, I haven't been eating too much, either. I've already lost about 5-6 pounds. I'm hoping for about fifteen more. Sounds extensive, but I know I can do it. I did it in 8th grade, the first time that I did the stupid Atkin's Diet. I've done that diet three times. It truly works, but it makes me miserable. But, now that I'm a vegetarian, the Atkin's Diet really wouldn't work for me. I don't eat meat, and on Atkin's, basically, you're only supposed to eat meat, cheese, eggs and water. The only of those that I eat much of now are eggs and water. Oh, and mozzarella cheese. But no other cheese. Just mozzarella on my Caesar salads. And I don't eat wheat.
My diet (what I won't eat): Meat. Most cheese. Milk. Wheat. For the most part, sweets.
My diet (what I do eat): CAESAR SALADS! Soy turkey. Soy. Veggie burgers. KETCHUP! (Woohoo! Dude, I could live on ketchup.) Soy milk (every once in awhile). Smoothies (I need to get back into making those. For awhile, I made them allll the time and ate them with Soy Crisps. That was at the end of summer while I was busy watching our DVDs of X-Files. I've been in the middle of Season 5 since the end of summer. *sigh* Stupid school. I want to finish watching all of my X-Files! Well, I guess it's okay, 'cause in May, the last season will be out, then I can just go and watch the last 4 seasons.). Spelt. Spelt pretzels. Spelt zucchini bread. (I hate zucchini, but I love zucchini bread. Amazingly, it tastes somewhat like banana bread. Just not quite as good.) Spelt pasta. Umm... random veggies. Broccoli (under strong protest), peas (eh. They're just annoying), umm.... Yeah. that's pretty much what I eat.
Umm... I have no more randomness to say. Wait! Yes, I do.
Yesterday, Mom and I did Richard Simmons. Well... Mom did. I tried. At first, Daniel the Puppy was sleeping. Then... unfortunately, he woke up and kept chewing on my leg. Believe me, it's not easy to do a work-out video when you have a dog chewing on your pants.
Squeaks has been spending all of her time upstairs since we got Daniel. *gasps* Wow! It's been a week today! Wow. A week ago right now, I was at the stupid basketball game. And Henson's been sleeping on my bed. Not at the end, where Marble sleeps, no. She sleeps on her little catnip mat that I bought her in Maine during the summer. (Yes, I got her a souvenir. Shh!) Henson's been apt to sprawling about on my pillow and right near by pillow. It's awfully hard when I'm trying to get to sleep, 'cause... since I'm a softy for my kitties, I won't push him out of the way, and I'm only half-way on the bed 'cause he's so big! Of course, I may nudge him a few times so he gets the idea and leaves. *nods*
Yeah. Now that's all my randomness. Now, I'm off to write the epilogue to Reincarnation and Postage Stamps! Ta-ta!
Jan. 31st, 2004 @ 02:36 pm
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You are the owner of Elijah's eyes. Yes those huge
and gorgeous blue eyes of his. They are what
helped him get the part of Frodo so they are a
very special part of him. They are yours now,
but be warned that many others are after them
as well!
What part of Elijah's body do you own?
brought to you by Quizilla
Dark magician. You love the dark because of it's
beauty and just the life that no-one else sees.
Mysterious, calm, quiet... But that doesn't
mean you're not friendly!
Please rate ^^
What kind of dark person are you?
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That wasn't the one I got the first time. This one is:
You're as dark as can get. You like to laugh at
people, make fun of them, hurt their feelings.
You're in so deep, you'll never get out, and
you probably don't want to get out too. You
make the world a darker place. Better get my
flashlight...
Please rate ^^
What kind of dark person are you?
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You are every goth-kids dream!
Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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This wasn't what I got here the first time, either... let's see if I can get the other one again... Yup, got it!
You are the hidden beauty
Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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Umm... The End.
Jan. 29th, 2004 @ 10:05 pm
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Well... damn. I had other quizzes that I took a few days ago, and I saved the pages, but now they won't come up, damn it. Oh well... I guess I'll have to find 'em and take 'em again. Here's the one that Christina wants!
| Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... | | Category | Your Score | Average | | Self-Lovin' | 80%
Never taken out of the packaging | 65% | | Shamelessness | 100%
| 79.3% | | Sex Drive | 100%
| 77.7% | | Straightness | 100%
| 44.8% | | Gayness | 100%
| 83.5% |
| Fucking Sick | 98.2%
Refreshingly normal | 89.9% |
You are 94.88% pure
Average Score: 72.6%
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*pokes Christina* You thought it was going to be horrible, didn't you? Tsk, tsk.
Jan. 29th, 2004 @ 03:44 pm
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I'm posting!
postpostpostpostpostpostpost.
Christina has learned a deep dark Laura secret. *nods*
Sarah has read porn. *nods*
Airlia and I have debated the OTP and Dom!angst. *nods*
Nicola and I have RPed (yay!) and are currently rejoicing "Dom + Billy = 4eva! *fangirls*" (she said the 4eva, not I. I wouldn't. ;) ) *nods*
Yup.
'Bye.
Jan. 28th, 2004 @ 09:45 pm
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Guess what? Today, we got our puppy! And, as much as I wanted to name him Samwise the Puppy (which would have, inevitably turned into Sammy... which we don't want), we have named him Daniel Striped Tiger. 'Cause Mr. Rogers died this year and Daniel was my favorite puppet from that show. Absolutely.
So... On the drive home from the Oates', I had two towels and Daniel in my lap... He was so scared! But, he's been home for an hour and twenty minutes now, and... Yay, I think he's attached to me! Sophie worshipped Dad, no question. But Daniel? He follows me around! And chews on my hands with super-sharp teeth. He's been avoiding the play toy we got him. He just totally wants to chew on our hands! We have some adorable pictures of him already. Then, Daniel and I took a walk. We went down the path, around the pool house and back inside. About a five-minute walk. The adorable thing was that he would stay by my side and then, when I stopped, he'd stop moving, waiting for me. How adorable is that?!? I love it.
Anyway... yesh. So... Later, once I've asked either Sarah or Airlia how to post pictures here (I'll ask Airlia; Sarah will prob'ly tell me to go look in the FAQ, which confuses me much-o!), I'll give you all some adorable Daniel pictures. :)
Wow, I'm tired! I played with that puppy for ... a long time. Dude.
Jan. 24th, 2004 @ 01:18 pm
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Hi. I forgot what I was going to say. 'Bye.
Jan. 21st, 2004 @ 09:58 pm
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I just finished Quills (so I can bring it back to Sarah tomorrow)! Oh! Dude! Sarah, you'll have to let me borrow it again sometime. I absolutely loved it. Disturbing in all the right places, and... Wow. Beautiful. Beautifully disturbing as well.
Umm... Katers, don't watch it. You won't like it, I promise.
Anyway.... I LOVE IT! Dude... Yeah, so... you have to let me borrow it again sometime. Maybe during this long weekend, I dunno. Oh, but... dude. Awesome. :)
I've made a discovery. Joaquin Phoenix RULES! I mean, I knew he was cool, 'cause of Gladiator (it's so sad... did you know that he and Samantha Mathis, who was River's girlfriend at the time, were the ones to discover River overdosed? They were the ones who called 911 an' stuffs. *sniff*), but... Dude. Oh, dude. He's awesome. YAY! Go, Joaquin!
*sigh* Amazingly, it's sorta been a good day! For the most part. I didn't do much of anything in school today. I let school and went home, saw Katy's package (YAY!), was much-o much-o happy from the contents (dude... so awesome!), then had to scurry off to my voice lesson in The Dalles. Left, got home, had dinner, Internet, watched Quills... Now, I'm talking to Sarah, Tiffs, Katers and I'm RPing with Nicola! Dude. So happy! The one thing that could make me happier is if Mom and I were getting along. We never not get along. I dunno what's goin' on. I hate it, though.
Oh! Another good thing. I found out that the jazz band doesn't have to play at the Thursday basketball game! :) YAY! Dude.
Jan. 20th, 2004 @ 08:48 pm
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Katy, some things really aren't meant to be deep. "Unmentionable" is one of those things.
Anyway... Hmm... My paranoia is, for now, soothed... I explained RPS to Corey today... quite amusing... Nicola has been online since a little after 4 (wow! I was so astonished when I got online and saw her), so there's been tons of happy RPing going on... I've been reading tons of Dom angst... always a good thing... This day has definitely held mixed emotions, but... Yeah. Eh. For once, there are things I don't want to talk about here. I'll have to save 'em for my regular, personal journal. Y'know, one that I actually write in? No typing? Poor thing. I used to write in my journal all the time. Sadly, I'm actually using the same one I was using for the second half of our Brazil trip in 2002. That's really pathetic. I'm not even halfway through it, either.
Y'know, most of the time I love my friends and my family, but... God damnit, I can't wait until college. I wanna get the hell outta here and away from some of these people!
Meh.
Ta-ta.
Jan. 19th, 2004 @ 08:48 pm
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I was trying to figure out which emotion to post with this one. So many emotions... Could've done disappointed, because I'm extremely disappointed in myself. Embarrassed, 'cause I made an ass out of myself and now no one knows that I can, honestly, sing, and that Perfect Night really is a great song.
Upset (there isn't a fucking 'upset'! I wish there were. THere needs to be. I would've used it already by now.), 'cause I SCREWED IT UP.
Frustrated, 'cause I practiced that piece at least ten times today alone. Wait, no. More. At least 4 or 5 at home this morning, then at least 5 or 6 at school in that fucking freezing studio.
So... a mixture of all of these? The only one that worked well enough is depressed.
The Independent Study concert was today. It might still be going on, hell, I dunno. I just know I need my nimble fingers to hurry the fuck up with the typing, 'cause I don't want to be here when Mom and Dad get home from the concert. I'd rather be taking a nap so they don't dare disturb me. And boy, do I need a nap. Especially if I'm going to stay up RPing with Nicola. And Nicola, this time, don't say that we don't have to RP. We do, especially today, 'cause RPing makes me happy, and right now... I FUCKING NEED TO BE HAPPY. Anyway... So. The concert. I'm now positive that I have performance anxiety, like Stiggy's talked about in the past. I get nervous before each and every performance, even if I do the tiniest thing that's easy for me. I was right to be nervous for this one 'cause I was sure (and completely correct) that Perfect Night would be screwed up 'cause I'd be nervous and my fingers would be clumsy. Damn you, fingers!
Finally, I go up there. Nervous. Y'know, if I'd been able to move the microphone anywhere I wanted it to be, and the piano stool wasn't so fucking high up, maybe I could have actually played it without screwing up. I was waaaaaaaayyyy too high and I couldn't lean forward to better see the music because of the microphone! DAMN YOU, MICROPHONE! So... I screwed that piece royally, then actually did pretty well on On Going. I knew I would. It's easier. I like it more. I shouldn't JUST DONE THAT PIECE, DAMNIT! Grr. I knew I'd do well with On Going, which is why I did that piece second. But even so, I don't think it let anyone forgot the fucked up version of Perfect Night. So... Instead of going back to my seat, I went to the foyer. I saw Katie Anderson (I think that's her last name?), asked her if she'd get my bag for me, 'cause under no circumstances was I going out there, even to sing with Christina. I just couldn't. I was sooo happy when Christina came into the foyer and hugged me, played me the "Laura, don't cry/ don't cry Laura" song, which she wrote this morning (it consists of changing chords and singing "don't cry, Laura!" It's amusing.). I asked her if she's be really pissed at me if I bailed on Only Ashes. She said no. THANK YOU, CHRISTINA, FOR SAYING NO!!!!! Then, I got my bag from Alex L. (???), and ran the hell outta there.
I cried on the way home.
Y'know... I'm STILL fucking cold. I was cold 'cause I spent all my time in the FREEZING (seriously, dude. FREEZING) studio practicing (well, that didn't do me any good, did it?). My fingers were still numb while I performed, which may have helped in the screwing up process of Perfect Night.
Anyway... the weirdest part of today? I was waiting for my bag, trying to keep from crying, sitting in that little corner, when Katie came over, sat next to me. Here's what happened:
K: Mind if I sit here?
L: No, go ahead. *offer a smile*
K: It's okay, really. *smiles* D'you mind if I pray for you?
L: *look of fucking shock. Katie is much-o religious. As religious as she is, I'm that not religious. Actually... I think I was acting well. No look of shock, but my mind froze in shock!*
K: Just for peace.
L: No, that's... that's fine.
K: D'you mind if I just put my hand on your shoulder?
L: *squeaks* No.
K: *puts hand on my shoulder, bows head, closes eyes, prays* Lord, thank you for having someone as awesome as Laura in this world. (I didn't know she knew my name!) Please watch over her, protect her, bring her peace. *says a few other things along those lines, ends, looks at me, smiles, and stands.*
L: *being polite, and truly appreciating what she did.* (I know that praying means something to her, and, although I don't pray, I'm not going to knock it! Especially when she was just trying to help me out and make me feel better.) Thanks.
K: *smiles, nods, walks away*
See? WEIRD, huh? One of the weirdest things that's happened to me for awhile.
Should I feel like I've been saved or somethin'? Heh. Y'know, this reminds me of O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Quotes:
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Pete: Well I'll be a sonofabitch. Delmar's been saved.
Delmar O'Donnell: Well that's it, boys. I've been redeemed. The preacher's done warshed away all my sins and transgressions. It's the straight and narrow from here on out, and heaven everlasting's my reward.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Delmar, what are you talking about? We've got bigger fish to fry.
Delmar O'Donnell: The preacher says all my sins is warshed away, including that Piggly Wiggly I knocked over in Yazoo.
Ulysses Everett McGill: I thought you said you was innocent of those charges?
Delmar O'Donnell: Well I was lyin'. And the preacher says that that sin's been warshed away too. Neither God nor man's got nothin' on me now. C'mon in boys, the water is fine.
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Yeah, well... Dude! It's almost four and I still haven't had anything to eat all day. Eh, who cares? I need to lose weight.
Well... I'm going to go see about this taking a nap thing. Or, I might take a bath and read. I'm freezing cold (STILL!) and I really need to keep reading Song of Soloman. *nods*
Yeah. After those O Brother quotes, I feel a little better. A LITTLE. Also, I found that I'd gotten a few more comments on my RPS drabble that I posted yesterday.
Yeah. 'Bye.
Jan. 18th, 2004 @ 03:27 pm
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