| Swimming Telnets |
[Jan. 18th, 2005|09:01 pm] |
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| |  weird | ] |
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| | "River Flows" Opus-4 | ] |
IRL: Hey y’all. How’re you guys? I’m okay. School’s been kind of tough lately. Mostly Geometry. The teacher can hardly teach, and the class does not respect her. So, we don’t learn ANYTHING. Ow. My other classes are college prep 10th Language Arts, Web design, and Chemistry. We are in the phase of review and overview. So, we ain’t learning nothing.
Girl problems again. I’m sick of getting notes. Do the words “Not more than friends” mean anything?
Not much outside school has happened. Damn.
This afternoon I got a migraine so bad I thought I was going to throw up. I didn’t, of course, but I’m worried that I might get another one that is as bad or even more severe. Loopy suggests self-hypnosis, and I’ll look into that, but does anyone have any suggestions, other than (duh) aspirin.
I found these two really cool books at Borders the other day. One of them was “Odd Jobs”, a set of stories about Hellboy (of the Dark Horse comic series) authored by various horror authors. The other was “WHAT IF? Classic” the first six WHAT IF? comics. WHAT IF? was a series by Marvel comics that asked, well, WHAT IF? The six stories were:
What if Spider-Man had joined the Fantastic Four?
What if the Hulk had always had Bruce Banner’s brain?
What if the Avengers had never been?
What if the Invaders had stayed together after World War Two?
What if Captain America and Bucky had survived World War II?
What if the Fantastic Four had different super-powers?
Now, these are really interesting, all in there own regard, but my favorite (so far), What if the Hulk had always had Bruce Banner’s brain?, gives a SPECTACULAR view on the intricate connections between every Marvel character and series (another good example of this is the book “Marvel: Marvels”, which details fifty years of a New York photographer’s interactions with amazing people like The Human Torch, the X-Men, Spider-Man and the Green Goblin.) Such as: Hulk never destroyed the railroad tracks, which never brought the Avengers together. Also, since Bruce Banner didn’t have to worry about changing during adrenaline spikes, he changed every night. This allowed him to work with Dr. Reed (Mr. Fantastic) and the rest of the Fantastic Four on a cure for Ben Grimm (the Thing). During this time, Professor Charles Xavier joins the crew, cancelling his plans to make a school for mutants, completely cancelling the X-Men series. They “cure” Grimm and build a Cerebro machine that would locate not just mutants, but any super-powered beings. This brings Galactus to Earth, and Xavier, Hulk, and Reeds all combine into one super-powered “X-man”, defeating Galactus, but reverting the human Grimm to the Thing. The three de-merge, but lose all their powers, and the Thing gains a Hulk-like rage against humanity, runs away, and makes the cycle begin anew. I mean, how intricate is that?! The only story I can think of that rivals that is the Dark Tower series.
IC: Pretty boring, really. I’m trying to reconnect with Yam and Dolphium. Tyelle had left Rolir in favor of me, but I’m really worried. I’m afraid that he’ll find someone better than me and leave me. And I don’t know what to do! Hell, I feel like something IC is totally off-kilter, and I don’t know what it is or how to fix it!
Yui and I spent a very good amount of time together, finally. I love that kid.
I haven’t seen Night, Danny, or Tann lately, and frankly, I’m quite worried.
Grades
LA-Dunno
Web Design-Dunno
Geometry-Dunno
Chemistry-Dunno
Phrase of the post- Oh, watch this! |
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| Sawhorse Declaration |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|11:36 pm] |
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| |  content | ] |
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| | "Salty Dog" Flogging Molly | ] |
IRL: Hope you guys had a good holiday. I did. Spent it with Dad and Sue in the morning and Mom and Bobby in the afternoon. Hmmm... Well, never mind. So, I got a whole boatload of stuff, notably an iPod, a lava lamp (very fun, I sit and stare at it, peace sign on my fingers, uttering odd ‘70's phrases “Groooooovy”), clothes (not my first choice), some games and other such whimsical nonsense.
Christmas come and gone, it was of course time to hang out with our friend Aaron. I went over to his house about two days after Christmas and we finished Halo 2 on Heroic. We played some Metroid Prime 2, and I asked him a bunch of questions because I’ve only plaied MP 1 & 2, and he grew up on this stuff.
In the time between Christmas and New Years did my half brother come up with the little tykes and his (not their) dear old grandmum from Florida. The kids are 6 (the daughter) and 5 (the son). Half-Latino, their mother hath left the father. It went something like this. Sue was up to Maine for the length of time that the munchkins and Eric (half-brother) and Rusty (grandmum) were here. Dad was at work the better part of the day. So it was just Uncle Michael with two children, the younger of the two being VERY hyperactive, and finding it entertaining to leap upon my head. But, no matter. They are good kids, and they’re family. We went to Stone Mountain, specifically the Great barn (look it up). I showed the kids the awe-inspiring majesty of Jeff Foxworthy’s “Redneck 12 Days of Christmas” and “Redneck Stomp”. Taught them the calling of Mortal Kombat. All sorts of fun stuff.
New Years. New Years had 36, count them, 36 HOURS of (dramatic pause) THE TWILIGHT ZONE!!!! Good God I love that show. Although it’s kind of a bummer. It’s like finding a really good band a few years after they’ve broken up, so, the stuff that IS out, you know is really good. But you also know that you’ll never see anything new by them, you know? But, anyway, I watched The Twilight Zone for the better part of a day. And played Metroid Prime 2. Pretty event less day, all and all, except when Dad starts getting on me for surfing the net on the desktop because my wireless was down. I don’t get why he’s so uptight about that computer.
Went back over to Aaron’s the first. I was planning on watching more Twilight Zone, but he offered to take our Christmas tree down to the local fire station if I did half of the labor. So I agreed and we hauled our tree and his tree over to the station, all the while blaring Flogging Molly, full volume, with the windows down. We got some odd looks, but it was really cool. We went back to his house and started playing the original Halo on Legendary. Got to the third level in the five hours we played the game, then we watched Lethal Weapon, but only the first hour or so.
To give the final assessment, this break from school has been rather nice, although I’m kind of anxious to go back. Personally, I don’t like going to bed at 12 and waking up nine hours later.
IC: Not much here, as my wireless was down most of the time and I couldn’t really get online anyway. But, Edwin and I got together tonight, I talked to some very close friends of mine, and it rocked my socks.
Yay, Edwin and I are working on a comic!
Grades-You’re kidding, right?
Phrase of the post-Exorcist: SATIN IS IN THE HOUSE!!!
Random woman: Satin's in the house, it's a party, hey! |
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| Amigo Fornication |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|10:32 pm] |
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| | happy | ] |
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| | "Panda Panda Panda" Deerhoof | ] |
IRL: Kay! School is done! Hoorays! At least my finals came out alright, I'm hoping, anyway. I got the highest EOCT grade in my Biology class, along with two other people. I also got two kisses in that Friday. Aye, what a player I am. Or, Playah? Whatever.
Dad and I set up a new wireless network in the house. Which is great, because now I can use my laptop for what it was MADE for, that being internet use. But, I found that having an unprotected laptop over a unprotected dial-up connection, switching services, then letting it, well, fester for a year is...rather unhealthy. After I installed my spyware and Adware blockers, the spy/adware FINAL COUNT, was 547 infected files. Heh, well...To say I was surprised would be a lie, because I knew I was infected, but 547 files! Damn! I'm surprised my computer didn't, I don't know, melt or something. So, the connection is wavery, and the computer is STILL downloading spy and adware, but with, ummm...Three spyware and adware blockers and two pop-up blockers, it's running pretty decently. At least it didn't melt.
SO! Christmas break. Woo. Not as much of a laugh a minute time I thought it would be, but it's given me time to attempt to catch up with my writing projects that kind of got out of hand with the finals (this is one of them) And now I have to possibility of co-authoring a comic (see below)
Come to think of it, I also need to ATTEMPT the massive list of books I "must" read, with includes, but is not limited to, :
The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla
The Dark Tower VI: Song of Susannah
The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower
Angels & Demons
Digital Fortress
Marvel: 1602
Different Seasons
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (God, I'm getting sick of towers)
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
I have my work cut out for me, aye.
IC: The comic. I created the afformentiong female character, and fell in love with how Edwin draws her, thought 'Why not make a comic with him?', of course, and as always, it comes out HUGELY cliched, but still I plod on. Why? To quote Simon: "I'm stubborn."
So, with the use of my laptop comes YIM. I wasted, of course, NO time to talk to Yam, who I almost fell out of contact with. He IS my first real fur friend. I recently started to read his journal, and I felt like an insensitive heel for not being concerned about that whole drama he went through (Ahhh, the inherent danger of being a furry, aye)
Pray that Yui got my email and will send me an IM from HER new address to MY new YIM. I swear, I was so friggan stupid last year. I put so may people on my 'buddy' list, and maybe 5% of them actually, you know, GAVE a shit about me. I've converted a bunch of my old friends (REAL friends) from the old one to the new one. They are (as of now):
Yam
Corey
Dracyre
Night
Edwin
Solexfox
Still have a few people to switch over (Yui comes to mind).
Since school ended, I've been on FM a lot, and, Tan, I haven't seen YOU in quite some time. Where'd you go?
Grades:
Bio: B
Comp Apps: C
World History: B
Alg I: B
Phrase of the post: We Canadians are right good in bed, don'tcha know? |
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| Dealing lemons |
[Dec. 9th, 2004|03:30 pm] |
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| |  okay | ] |
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| | The intro song to The Drew Carey show | ] |
IRL: Man, this week was weird.
Yesterday started okay. And then my ass became a free for all! It got grabbed four times yesterday! And I only knew half the people that grabbed it. Which is scary.
Yesterday night I planned to do the following:
Homework
Time online
Thief (video game)
Bed
Well, Tammy (not her real name) called me around 8:30. We talked for a little while, and in closing, she said, “By the way, Steven (Also, not his real name) wants to talk to you.” So I called Steven, who said, “I need that file” (the file in question is a story we are working on together). I got on the computer and sent it to him. Then Sue comes upstairs and starts yelling, “You’ve been on the computer all goddamn night!” Which is completely untrue, I was on for no more than an hour total. But then again, with MY history, nobody in this house believes me.
Today was weird in a bad way. We were in Biology dissecting frogs. I HATE dissecting stuff. Bluh. Well, there was a girl in class who brought a game boy advance to school (*thumps head* DUH!). It, of course, got stolen. So, nobody figures out who stole it, nor does anyone confess, so the teacher calls an administrator. The end of class bell rings, and still nobody will confess. Somebody says “Hey, check your backpack.” To me. And, damned if that game boy wasn’t right next to my backpack. So, I made a few mistakes. I acted defensive to the administrators. That didn’t help at all. That said, I have no idea what to do. But I did not steal that game boy.
I don’t know how to make a martini. Nor a Bloody Mary. Is this a problem?
Christmas is coming, and I’m unsure if I should get Dad, Mom, Sue, and Bobby gifts. What do you guys think?
IC: I haven’t been online that much due to a metric fuckton of work to do. So I haven’t been with anyone. Except Corey and Edwin. And that’s only over emails. I miss everyone.
Phrase of the post: *shudders* Oh God…Bad time to find out that I’m a hemaphobe…
Grades:
Bio: C
Comp Apps: C
Alg I: B
World hist: B |
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| Death glue |
[Dec. 3rd, 2004|05:01 pm] |
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| |  sad | ] |
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| | "Yellow" Coldplay | ] |
IRL: Hi guys. It's been a while, huh? Sorry I haven't posted, and sorry also that his post will be so short, but it's an hour till dinner and I don't want to spend forever spellchecking this damn thing.
IRL. IRL. Let's see. Well, I've been having waking nightmares about my mother screaming at me. I've been picked on because I act weird. Granted, taping business cards to your forehead IS different, you souldn't get your trusses in a bunch about it! Really! Take, for instance, Gabby. I tape cards to my forehead. That is no reason to get into a conversation of mine JUST TO INSULT ME! I mean, I value your opinion, whether negative or positive, but don't force yourself into my life just to put me down!
At home things are alright. I've just got a lot of work ahead of me. Two large school reports and a large lawn to rake.
It seems to me that I've been having worse and worse (more and more violent) mood swings lately. I'll be laughing one minute and then on the verge of tears the next. I can't say I have bi-polar, because everybody will say something like "(sucks teeth) No you don't."
Coldplay makes me want to cry. Am I emo for that?
Nothing else. Maybe I'll think of something more substantial tomorrow.
IC: I saw Night, showed off a new female body that I just woke up with (I swear!). It's kind of a gender bender experiment between me and Edwin. Who wasn't online as of 5:00 today. God, I want him so BADLY this past week, and he's always either out of character or away IRL!
I wonder how Yui will react to my skunkette form.
Grades:
Alg: B
Comp Apps: C
Bio: C
World Hist: B
Phrase of the post-You know, you women are lucky. You don't have to worry about hitting a major vein when you shave. |
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| Inflation debate |
[Nov. 27th, 2004|02:37 pm] |
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| | lazy | ] |
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| | "Mass Destruction" Faithless | ] |
IRL: First off, I have discovered that holidays make Thrammy a LAZY sumbitch. I just broke down the two days I was in school. Crashed like Eddie Dean after Roland drew him (Read The Dark Tower series, you'll get it). Wow, I mean, it was tragic. And now the holiday is going by WAY too fast. It seems like yesterday was Wednesday. I'll manage.
Know what I've noticed? People rarely post anything even remotely close to the following:
Hey guys. Nothing bad happened today. The sun was shining, but we had a rainstorm this afternoon, and that's okay. I petted a dog on my way to work, and saw a wonderful field of flowers. I had a great dinner and watched a movie with my friends.
Usually, it's stuff like:
Oh! Oh! Mah dog din dum dern lefted mah an' mah wahf wun't start an' mah house is'a holleran at the back dar!
(Translated into English that reads: My dog left me, my wife won't start, and my house is howling at the back door.)
Know why? Well, there are several theories. One is that human beings have a natural tendency to notice only the pessimistic in life. Example: If given the choice between a peaceful, quiet patch of grass to lie in or a bunch of teenagers making a lot of noise on the other side of the street, the person will more often than not go to yell at the offenders than lie down. Another idea; people have the unconscious ability to add more drama to a situation than is needed. I don't even need an example for that, y'all know what I mean. Lastly, and I'm pretty sure that we've all done this, and I'm not
saying everyone does it all the time, but people just want to have a pity-party for themselves sometimes, simple as that.
Or, you know, your life could just genuinely suck. I dunno, but something like that is open to individual interpretation.
I should really get my ass in gear and type up that story that I was supposed to have gotten to my editor last Thursday.
And hey, you know what? IRL, nothing bad has happened. Hoo-wah!
Night got me onto this:
You Are From Neptune |
You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.
You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.
Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.
You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.
If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything.
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IC: I have a real problem. That shouldn't even BE a problem. But it is one anyway.
You all know that I love my boyfriend Edwin. I do. Truly and deeply. With all my heart. And I am attracted to him. However, Edwin has a female alt. And, like all females online, I get rather nervous around her. Angry, in fact. Because I'm really shallow. She (I ain't saying her name) taught my sister how to fly (my sister got turned from vixen to phoenix by me) faster and better than I ever could have. I felt really stupid and useless, and pretty pissed off at Edwin's female shape. But I'm still attracted to her, because it's still my boyfriend who plays her. Maybe I'm just crazy.
Grades:
Alg: B
World hist: B
Comp Apps: C
Biology: C
Phrase of the post: Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction |
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| Forlorn plaster |
[Nov. 22nd, 2004|05:13 pm] |
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| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Blue" by APC | ] |
IRL: Children can be such parents sometimes.
I might as well say this now, because I might not get a chance to get back online until this weekend. This past weekend was the pinnacle of how bad my life has gotten. It was awful.
Friday night was okay, because I got most of my homework done, but I also suppose all the trouble started then, what with Dad getting the phone call from Mom. From what I can piece together, Dad wanted to sue Mom for...Something. I have no idea what. Money, most likely, because that's the root of the problem. Anyway, Mom called him and threatened to do something or other to him, and Dad dropped the suit.
Saturday is when Sue found out (Sue is Dad's girlfriend, in case I did no mention before), and she was angry. She pointed out that Dad "really shouldn't let [the mother] pick on you." Which I completely agree with. She also threated to leave us. Which I do not agree with. My mother's been yanking my Dad's chain for 12 years. So *I* had to step in. That's right, *I* had to try to solve a 12 year old custody dispute between my 50+ year old parents. They're like children, bickering and shoving each other without really solving anything. And I still couldn't do anything. I got Mom to sign a letter that gave custody to my father and also gave him four hundred dollars. But, while she was on the phone with me, our conversation went like this:
Me: "Now, look, you two should have solved this a long time ago, and I'm sick of it."
Mother: "I did nothing but ask your father to drop the suit."
Me: *pause* "This is just about money, isn't it."
Mother: "Well,-"
Me: "I'm just a paycheck to you two, huh?"
Mother: *laughs* "It took you THAT long to figure it out?"
I asked Dad later, and he denied it, of course. I'm his son, he testifies, and no paycheck is more
important.
I'm starting to think that my Mom isn't as wonderful a person she makes herself out to be.
On Sunday things...Kind of went back to normal IRL, but IC trouble sprung up. More on that later. And no, Sue does not want to leave us anymore.
I might get suspended again. I called a girl a bitch. She, of course, told the teacher, even though she verbally abuses everyone else in the class. She's a "Dish it out but can't take it" person. So I am in danger of being reprimanded. Or punished. Or suspended. Or expelled.
More than likely the last three.
I just now say Lindsey, a friend from my old high school. She says I'm taller. I said god I hope not. We chitchatted. Have to say that was the most pleasant conversation I've had all day. I didn't get called emo or retard or ugly. Shit.
Alright, this is it. This is the only time I'm saying this, and no one's going to hear it, anyway. Sometimes they say that serial killers and suicide victims could have been different if they had just asked for help. I'm asking now. If anyone out there can help me, either by talking with me or holding me, or even just noticing me, please do so. I NEED help, and I need it badly.
IC: I don't know how the fight started on Sunday, but I know I caused it. It might have been freaking Edwin out by speaking leet. Or it might have been grabbing Yam's muzzle. Whatever it was, it ended with Tyelle turned into a rock, Yam encased in a block of ice, and Edwin with his sword drawn. I ended the tension as best I could and left the room, which made Yam angry at me. I have apologized to everyone in full, and hope they forgive me.
I miss Yui, I haven't seen her in forever.
Grades:
Comp Apps: C
World History: B
Alg: B
Biology: C
Phrase of the post-"The thing was ugly, misshapen. Actually, to call it ugly and misshapen would be like calling Jell-o slightly squishy and a little mobile. The thing was quadrupedal, but it's front 'arms' were far larger than its back legs, which were tiny. It looked like one of the cartoon bodybuilders from earth. The obscene lump perced on what might be a neck swiveled as Simon and the rabbit approached.
"Jeez shit, what is that?" Simon whispered.
Before Koden could answer, the thing swiveled its head towards them. It had no eyes, just the off-yellow skin where any face should be, the same off-yellow skin that covered its huge body, rippling with untamed power. It tilted its head at them quizzically, before its face split in two, jagged flesh forming lips over bone white teeth, green tongue lolling out, covered in slime. It inhaled deeply and roared at them in fury. Simon and Koden both drew their swords before noticing that the thing was not moving, just keeping still, as if waiting. It took a pair of shuddering inhales, regarding the blades.
"Keep calm." Koden muttered.
"Groom Gall." The thing before them muttered, then raised an arm. A blade ripped out of the flesh of its palm. It grimaced in pain, then examined its weapon.
"Oh hell." Murmured Simon.
The thing's arm sprouted another blade, then took two seps forward. Simon grabbed Koden's arm and yanked it. "Run." He said, still watching in disbelief as more blades ripped from the monster's skin. Koden took one step back before Simon pulled again, breaking the trance. "RUN!" He screamed, and the rabbit needed no more orders.
Unfortunately, the thing was faster than they were.
(Don't worry, yall. That's just a snippit. Simon and Koden live! ^.^ Just needed to get that off my chest.) |
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| Invisible Latin |
[Nov. 19th, 2004|05:06 pm] |
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| | okay | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Pink Panther Theme | ] |
IRL: School officially is bad. I'm really sick of getting picked on by the people I thought were friendly. Of course, I also get picked on by people who I KNEW were jerks, but it's not an even ratio.
I got socked in the gut this morning by one of my "friend's" fists. I felt like I was going to throw up for hours.
So, there's this guy. We'll call him Dominic. Dominic is an okay guy. Or, he was, up until a few weeks ago. Probably around the time he found out I was part Canadian. Or thereabouts. Well, it started out as verbal abuse, stuff like "Fag" and other things, degrading my Canadian heritage ( I really liked "You read so much because you're GAY"). This, unfortunately, I am used to. Except, a few days ago I fell asleep in Algebra and during the middle of my nap he slaps me on the neck. I mean, it HURT, badly. (He also did in right in front of the teacher who did not notice the slap or the yelp of pain) It's also not the first time, or, I'm sure, the last.
Every third Wednesday or so, my school holds an "Anime Club". This is all well and good as we watch some pretty good movies. However, the president of this club doesn't really like me (Hell, who can blame him?). So, I go. Before the club started, I slipped off to the bathroom to remove my sweatpants from under my jeans, cause it was hella cold outside that morning. I'm back in the room, putting away the sweatpants, when I see one of the girls out of the corner of my eye. I turned to her and said, "Don't sneak up on me." The next second, this fist just appears and inch before my eyes. Apparently, another girl had thought I said "Don't sneak up on me" to HER, and she took this as an opportunity to startle me. Startled I was, as I stumbled back and tripped over my own feet, landing on the floor with part of my torso propped up on the wall. It was a "Several seconds of silence before the giggling starts" moment (I was one of the ones laughing, because, hell, it was funny!) And then the president of the club appears out of nowhere and stomps on the wall right next to my head. The girls and I were just joking, but I think he was really serious! I was scared!
I also seem to demand no respect from my peers. As a class exercise, the World History class was divided into groups of two and given a chapter from our book to teach the class. My chapter had a page and a quarter of notes in a rather large font. Nobody took any of them, save for a few people.
I am looking forward to the holiday break. I hope it comes soon enough so as that I will not have to kill a bully to relieve my stress.
I suppose my life hangs in a balance. That balance being "If something is going good IC, IRL must cave in" and vice versa.
I know it sounds dumb but, Thank God It's Friday.
IC: Tan finally started to seriously hit on me. I broke his moral code of "No one under 18". Score one for the ottiger.
I've seen Night but had no real chance to talk to him. I miss that cat.
I talked to HER today, found out HER mate online is someone I met once, but I cannot remember when or where.
Edwin recently disclosed to me that he has *A* female morph with a different name. No, I will not say her name, and yes, I DO think that this may provide interesting opportunities. :)
I'm...Estatic to have Edwin be my boyfriend. I've forgotten how good it feels to have somebody love me as much as I love them. I just wish my RL was going better, that I may appreciate how much he loves me more. In conclusion: We need more "privet time".
Edwin and Yui are finally going to meet next Sunday, hopes I. If not, they will sooner or later. I can't wait.
Grades:
Alg: B
World Hist: B
Comp Apps: C
Bio: C
Phrase of the post: The man in black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed. |
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| Cornflake apocalypse |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|08:32 pm] |
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| | optimistic | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "The Nurse Who Loved Me" APC | ] |
IRL: Deeeeayum! I just got my grades in today and wow and I in trouble. What was once two A's, a B, and a C, are now two B's and two C's. This is bad. This is VERY bad.
I get to teach my World History class. I just realized this at 8:40 the night before the classwork is due. Oh no! I have one of two options:
1. Do ALL the work tomorrow (<Better idea)
2. Do ALL the work tonight (<Worser idea)
Got a project to do. This is because I thought the teacher would make us do the work and then forget about it. I was wrong. So, ten pages of state bullshit for meee! In Publisher. Which NOBODY on the face of the planet has.
Got in the third and fourth installments in The Dark Tower series. That is some kickass story right them there, yo. Read it.
We went the full day with no fire alarms pulled.
I almost got written up as AWOL today. This is because my Biology teacher has ADD worse than I do. I had to go to a meeting with my councilor and a bunch of other students because I am in a mentoring program. It's pretty cool, yo. But, anyway, I showed the teacher the note to get me out of class not once, but two days in a row. And she still did not know where I was. Bad.
I have 8 days until I can do the following things freely:
1. Go to library
2. Watch TV
3. Play me some Halo 2, yall.
Thanksgiving seemed a LOT closer when I first got suspended.
I found this girl at the mentoring meeting. Not only does she like anime, Stephen King books, and Bloody Roar, but she also writes and draws. Cool or what? Of course, I didn't get her name. Not cool.
IC: The REAL reason I posted anything today. Edwin and I are mates, as of four o'clock today. Edwin, of course, being an alternate of Tyelle's. Turns out he hand a crush on me, too. So, we're mates, and I suppose everything is going to work out okay. I am uncharacteristically optimistic about this relationship. And I guess I'll leave it at that because I know how annoying people can get when they're all "Woot, love".
Yam, if you read this, I hope you're okay.
Grades:
World Hist: 84.8% (B)
Comp Apps II: 77% (C)
Alg I: 87.5% (B)
Biology: 78% (B)
Phrase of the post: Halo-no! |
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| Alien Nine |
[Nov. 15th, 2004|07:08 pm] |
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| | optimistic | ] |
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IRL: Once bitten, twice scorned or something like that. Dad was convinced that I had uploaded some kickass uber-virus into his brand-spankin new desktop because Paint and two new folders were on my desktop. Paranoid or what? Well, that and our Comcast cable spontaneously switched to MSN. Weird-assed. Anyway, he blames me because I talk to people online. Or, used to. The story goes that I had hooked up my laptop to the internet. Then I started talking to furs. Long story short, Mom kicked me out of her house and now neither of my parents trust me within 15 feet of an active, internet-capable computer.
Had to write an essay on Hitler and Stalin today. Was supposed to write it last weekend, but I had to do it tonight, and you'll find out why in a second. Anyway, I had to write this essay on Stalin and Hitler, right? Which is really friggan depressing. Why can't we write essays on, like, Ghandi or Mother Theresa? The reason why is because 80% of human history is about war and death. If you're an average joe and you become the next Osama or Hitler, then, hell, EVERYONE will remember you. If you turn out to be a saint, no matter what you do, you'll fade into obscurity. Bites, huh?
Okay. First off, what happened last Friday was Hell. There are....Jeez, I dunno, maybe 2,500 to 3,000 students enrolled at my school. During any one day, an average of, say, 200 to 300 are absent. So you've got a number like 2,800 kids to 2,200 kids at school at one day. Well, last friday, 1,500 of these kids decided to be late for 4th block all at once. It was HELL. Think of 300 people in a 20 x 20 ft area all at once, and you've got ONE PART of the hallway I had to fight through. And THEN some jackass pulled the fire alarm. So I couldn't write the essay because we couldn't finish the lesson on Stalin and Hitler.
And someone pulled the fire alarm today, too.
School is not fun.
On a better note, Tan sent me the most KICKASS picture today. Think anthro roo in cook's garb with slain food on the counter before him, fully focused on frying a particularly troublesome pan of shrimp. Now, multiply the coolness factor of the picture in your mind times, say, 60, and you're close to how awesome this pic is.
Check this out. If it's cold outside and you wear glasses, you can blow air upwards at them from your mouth to fog them over. This is fun. Unless they STAY fogged. Because if they STAY fogged, it's usually cold enough to make it hard to draw your hands from your nice warm pockets. And also, if you wear glasses, your eyes are bad already, not to mention being impaired by the glasses of foggyness. So you are forced to stumble about in your near-blind condition until a very kind and mitten-clad person arrives to save you by cleaning your glasses. Rinse. Repeat.
IC: I broke my third rule. The rules, in order of importance, are:
1. EVERYONE deserves another chance.
2. Be patient.
3. Never fall in love. It's a bad idea.
4. Practice ahimsa daily.
Well, damned if I didn't get a huge crush on Tyelle. It happened yesterday, when I looked at my clock and thought to myself, 'Good shit! I've been awake and thinking solely of Ty for a good 5 hours! I REALLY like this guy!' I told him today and I think it took him off-guard. You see, he's already mated with Rolir. Just. My. Luck.
I need to see Night, and I found out Tan is reading these.
Grades:
World Hist: A
Alg: 88.2% B
Bio: C
Comp Apps: A
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