Tuesday, July 27, 2004

   Some people can be such snots!
I think I killed TheVampireLestat. His 'bleh' in my guestbook is testimony to that. If he thinks the baby-blue scheme is bad, he should've been here for the rose/orange/kissu theme! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Anyways...that comment wasn't much appreciated, but you can't win over EVERYONE with sugar. I don't care--I think there's a chance to get Chelsea outta trouble! Yay!
I was talking to Marcus in tae kwan do today, and I asked him if Andrea had called, if he knew what had happened, etc.;he gave me the story Andrea gave him (which was so totally different from mine it's not even funny!) so I told him what she told me--then he said he'd go talk to Chelsea's folks and tell them about what I had said (without using my name--thank goodness...her folks are weird and creepy, I'm sorry to say). Maybe that'll get Chelsea out of trouble.
You know, Demon Messiah forbade me to go egg her house? I had to hand over my carton of eggs. I was sad, before I remembered I have toilet paper. YAY! Hehe. I really wouldn't do that...her neighborhood is full of busybodies, and I really don't want a record before I get to college. ^^
I'm having entirely too much fun with this LiveJournal-esque thing; and I DON'T BLOODY CARE! ::laughs:: I'm just so happy right now, and I don't know why...not that I care. I like being cheerful. ^^

Ah, a final note! GO VISIT OTAKING's SITE! He gave me his password and let me decorate. It looks pretty cool--nice and manly and suave...though I AM tempted to go back and pink the hell out of it. Boy, for being so insanely perky, I'm MEAN.


You are a goddess!


Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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DAMN SKIPPY. ^^ Not really--I'm much more the sunshine/moonbeam/fluffy cloud/breeze over the sea kinda gal...or so I think. I'm sure there's no one out there that'd be inclined to disagree. ^^
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Monday, July 26, 2004

   I'm so good at convincing...

You came from the sky. Your a daydreamer and prefer
to have a good look on situations.


Where did you come from?
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I've pressured--er, I mean "convinced" another person I know to join myotaku! His name is Otaking and I should very much appreciate it if everyone who catches this message goes off and visits him. That'd be nice! ^^

So anyways, I got a voicemail from Andrea. You know that lil wretch had the nerve to accuse me of "hanging up" on her and how I never picked up the phone when she tried to call back? She's got some nerve! When I tried to call her back, she was on the line with her boyfriend! Then she turns around and asks me if I'd like to go bowling with them on Thursday before tae kwan do! I had half a mind to call her up and scream "F*CK YOU, YOU WHINY LIL MIDGET!". I didn't do it though--first I went out shopping to cool my anger, and that urge went down to calling her up and telling her to go to hell. I haven't done that yet. I'm actuallys starting to zen-ify as I write this. This is very good for her. I'm so sick of being jerked around by that twit! I wish Sorccy wasn't gone--she and I would go cruise by Andrea's house in my lil red car, yell "neener neener neener" out the sun roof, and then peel off. Ah well!

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Chapter Two
Are You My Mommy?

Cheiki and Maxwell arrived at the King’s Ball just in time for the Hero’s Roll Call. The Roll Call was necessary—heroes from ALL around the world had traveled to enjoy this royal party, and as they ALL were heroes, proper introductions had to be made. As Maxwell was the hometown hero of this particular King’s Ball, it was natural that her introduction was the first one made, and the longest. The hometown advantage is, after all, always the best. Once the royal name-caller had finished her introduction, Maxwell was allowed to swagger down the red carpet, give the King and Queen her most gallant bow, and then take her place to the right of the King.
Cheiki was next to be called, having saved the kingdom next door from certain destruction. She was more subtle in her hubris, saving all her dramatics for her bow to the King and Queen. She took her place next to Maxwell, and promptly slumped into a very bored posture. She had very good reason to—the list of heroes was particularly long that year, as many kingdoms had spit in the faces of the gods and required single-handed rescue from certain destruction.
Maxwell soon followed Cheiki’s bored position, though she promptly snapped out of it when she set eyes on her potential wife. He was from some region Maxwell was unfamiliar with, had done something Maxwell had missed in the introduction, and was, all-in-all, a very strange and attractive man. He was short in height, though he made up for it with sheer arrogance. A broadsword nearly as tall as himself was strapped to his back—the leather sheath was well-loved and oiled to a dark shine. His muscular arms were bare, his well-muscled chest covered with a silk tank-top; his black silk pants were tied at the waist with a red sash, and the legs tucked into fine leather boots that reached his knee. A white band covered his forehead and disappeared into his blacker-than-midnight hair—sed hair stood straight back from his face and head, and was marked by a starburst of white at the front. His eyes were almond-shaped, dark and piercing, and his mouth was pulled into what seemed to be a perpetual frown. He stalked down the carpet way, gave the King and Queen a short bow, and promptly skulked to a darker corner of where the other heroes had gathered. His pride was palpable, off-setting most of the other heroes. Maxwell, on the other hand, was in love. “Now HE would make a fine mother for my Seraphine, don’t you think?” She whispered to Cheiki, her amber eyes sparkling with delight as she watched the young man’s progress.
Cheiki rolled her eyes and snorted derisively. “I didn’t think you liked your men short and snotty.”
“I’ve found that it makes them easier to carry off.” Maxwell replied good-naturedly…

It wasn’t until the end of the Hero Roll Call that Cheiki found her ideal child-mother. The man was tall, elegant, waif-ish…fey-like. He was pale as royalty, with wide green eyes. He filled the room with the scent of roses, and his rich silk (and obviously foreign) clothing was embroidered with the blooms of love. Cheiki’s jaw dropped when he crossed the room. “I don’t care if the only thing he’d agree to mother is my goldfish, I MUST have him.” She breathed.
“I thought you didn’t date men prettier than you.” Maxwell said wryly.
“Shut your mouth.” Cheiki commanded angrily.
“Well what do you know…I think he and my soon-to-be wife are friends. Your redhead is talking to him and my lovely little man isn’t killing him.” Maxwell grinned devilishly. “I wonder what the best way to propose is?” she mused.
“You’ll probably wind up scaring him off, if you propose in the usual way.” Cheiki pointed out.
“At least I’ve never threatened to throw a man over my shoulder and march him off Viking-style.” Maxwell replied.
“You say this like it’s a bad plan.” Cheiki said.
Maxwell thought about that. “You’re right…if that beautiful little creature doesn’t agree to my proposal, then he goes over my shoulder.”
“You know you could probably throw him in your purse and make off with him that way. It’d be less noticeable.” Cheiki teased.
Maxwell thought about THAT for a moment.
“I was just kidding!” Cheiki replied hastily…

The Hero’s Roll Call may have ended late, but the party still commenced. After all, heroes from all over the world had come in for this party, and many were in desperate need of wives. The party wasn’t going to end until SOMEBODY got married. Cheiki and Maxwell made their appropriate rounds around the royalty, giving the proper head-nod to the proper folk, until at last they were free of social obligations and could pursue their…interests. They zeroed in on the crimson-haired fey and his short, shadowy companion. Cheiki approached the redhead immediately, and gave him her grandest self-introduction. “Cheiki—hero extraordinaire. I single-handedly saved the kingdom next door from certain destruction a few years ago.” She said, grinning broadly.
The beautiful fey blushed. “I’m flattered by your attentions—I am Kurama, of the botanical regions.”
“Ah, the land of Bo-Tany.” Maxwell said. “Maybe, if we see each other around, you could give me daughter a lesson in gardening?” she asked coyly. “We could always use the help.” She added silkily.
Cheiki dealt her a subtle but painful elbow to the stomach. “Remember your objective.” She hissed.
“Oh right…” Maxwell replied, taking a moment to refocus. In the meanwhile, her dark-haired lovely had moved away from their little group and was standing alone by an open window. He was deliciously primed for an in-depth introduction. Maxwell flashed Cheiki a wink, and then sidled up behind the young man. A devilish grin was plastered to her face, as she reached down and patted his rump…once…twice…three times, and ended her little introduction with a pinch.
The young man whirled around, indignant and armed. Suddenly his broad sword was limp at his side. Lucky for Maxwell, no man in the universe could resist her devilish grin—it was a gift from the gods themselves, so it was said.
“Hello darling. Would you like to be my wife?” Maxwell asked slyly, cocking an eyebrow coyly.
Flustered, the young man could only stutter some obscenities that failed to adequately express his mortification.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered beyond words.” Maxwell replied.
Outraged and embarrassed, the young man stormed off. Maxwell was quick to pursue. “Oh darling, wait up! I love you as much as I love my shoe collection!” She called after him. Granted it may not have been the most romantic thing to say, but Maxwell was something of a shoe-fetishist, and therefore this was indeed a great compliment…

Cheiki watched Maxwell chase the unfortunate young man out of the hall.
“Your friend should tread cautiously. Hiei is the Nikenji region.” The previously unofficially introduced Kurama said.
“Don’t they share a border with Hell?” Cheiki asked.
He nodded solemnly.
“Fabulous. Maxwell loves men with dirty pasts.”
“Are all heroes that mad?” Kurama asked, giving her a very worried look.
“Just Maxwell.” Cheiki assured him. “She personally fought the King of Hell, and I think it drove her just the tiniest bit crazy.” Cheiki shrugged. “It’s all right though—she’s still an excellent father.”
“Goodness!” Kurama exclaimed. “She has a child?”
“A daughter, as a matter of fact. We both do.” Cheiki replied pleasantly.
Kurama’s cheeks pinked, and his eyes grew soft. “You’re both so lucky. I’ve always wanted a family to care for.” He said.
Cheiki grinned broadly. ‘Then marry me—my daughter needs a mother and I need a wife.” She said straight-forwardly.
His eyes widened, and he gaped at her. “So suddenly!” Kurama exclaimed.
Cheiki took his hand, and brought it to her lips. She kissed it, and gave it a squeeze. “I’m a mortal woman, sweet fey prince. I don’t have time for proper courting.”
“Just how old are you?” the deliciously handsome fey-man asked.
“Old enough to know better than to answer that.” Cheiki replied. “Now give me an answer I like before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out Viking-style.”
Kurama put his hands on his hips. “I’d say yes, but your way sounds more fun.” He teased.
Cheiki almost fell over trying to get Kurama over her shoulder—for a sexy little prince of fairies, he was heavier than he looked. “How about this way instead? I’d hate for someone to get a look at your goods.” She declared as she held him bridal-fashion in her arms.
Kurama wrapped his arms around her neck. “Carry me away, my hero!” he declared. “And tell me all about the wonderful family I’m marrying into.” He added sweetly…

Maxwell caught up with the improperly introduced Hiei outside, in the gardens. She did so by leaping on his back and bringing him to the ground. The two tumbled around for a few moments, before Maxwell managed to pin the sexy young man to the ground. “I’ve got you now darling.” She purred.
“Horrible woman, get off me!” Hiei roared.
“Only if you vow to be my wife and take care of my little girl.” Maxwell replied, running her hands through his hair.
“I’m too young to be saddled with such an old husband!” Hiei protested.
Maxwell glared at him. “I’m not THAT old.” She said sulkily.
An embarrassed and worrisome titter escaped Hiei’s smooth, kissable lips. “I mean I’d love to marry you and take care of your daughter. Really I would.” He said.
“Don’t say anything you don’t mean. It’s a horrible thing to do, especially when a woman has been affected by Cupid’s arrow on first sight.” Maxwell replied with a pout, sitting back on her heels. She still had Hiei pinned to the ground with her muscular buttocks.
“Why can I not resist you?” Hiei demanded angrily. He already knew the reason why—he couldn’t resist crazy women. Crazy women just rocked his world.
“Because my patron God, Hades, has decreed it so.” Maxwell replied light-heartedly.
Hiei’s legs were starting to numb.
“That and you have to admit it’d be a nice lifestyle being married to a hero who’s in favor with the king, receives a hefty yearly stipend, and owns her own house.” Maxwell continued.
Hiei’s legs were starting to tingle.
“Well fine then.” Maxwell said haughtily, getting up. “I’ll go back inside and find someone else to marry. Someone who’s even more beautiful and stronger than you.” She turned on her heel, and started to stalk back inside.
Along with great beauty comes great vanity—Maxwell’s empty threat was not so empty to Hiei. He leapt at Maxwell’s retreating and stylish figure, and knocked her to the ground. He managed to capture her wrists and turn her over—after all, it was his turn to be on top. “I’ll marry you so long as you promise to treat me with dignity.” Hiei said.
“Oh you’re just so adorable. I love you even more than my shoe collection, to include my Gucci heels.” Maxwell sighed. Now that was a sign of true love—the price tag on Gucci anything was a testament to wealth and status, and to love something more than those price tags was to be the absolute epiphany of all those old love songs our parents still listen to on the radio. “Of course I’ll treat you with dignity—I’ll do pretty much anything you want! You’ll have half the world on a silver platter and then some!”
“Why only half?” Hiei demanded with a pout.
“Because my little girl has the other half and then some.” Maxwell replied.
“Is she a good kid?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
“Okay then…just checking…”
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Sunday, July 25, 2004

Certificate of Marriage This is to certify that Ayami Michigaki and Koga Were united in Marriage on the 26th day of July 2004

MYFC

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   It may be a multi-post kinda day....

Girl next door! You're friendly and helpful! Your
boyfriends Mommy will love you! You're a
down-to-earth girl. You alway act natural and
fair! You love to dream and hang around with
friends. Fact: You're the kindest person on
this planet!


What's your female appeal? ( with pics! )
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You can't escape the sugar. You must BOW to the sugar. You must LOVE the sugar...
Now that that's out of the way....I'm on so early because last night I didn't have anything interesting to post (aside from chapter 1 of Princess YuYu 2). Now I have something interesting AND confusing for today...

Last night, Andrea called me. She was extra spazzy last night, lemme tell ya! Anyways, she's upset and furious with Chelsea, and apparently I should jump in the middle (yeah...right after I cure world hunger, heartache, and ugliness).
This is how it was explained to me: Chelsea left her notebook in Andrea's car (Andrea drives her, Ben, and Victor to church). Victor carried the notebook out of the car and left it in the living room. Andrea's mum assumed it was Andrea's (because Andrea's in school right now and is prone to leaving her crap lying around) and threw it in her room. It landed (so she says) on the bed, face up and opened. Andrea happened to "catch sight" of her name on one of the pages, and even though she instantly recognized the fact that it wasn't her handwriting, she read it anyway.
Well, Chelsea had written some unflattering things in there. Stuff along the lines of "I hate that bitch Andrea--she's such an effing slut, I don't know why Ben is with her, etc. etc.". It was ugly, and I recognize Andrea's right to be mad...but here's the thing:
Instead of handling it like a mature person and confronting Chelsea in private to calmly demand what was up, she photocopies the page she read, hi-lights the nasty parts, shows it to her mum, then shows it to Chelsea's mum and step-dad, and to Ben. Now Chelsea's in trouble all around, but that's not good enough for Andrea.
I'm not wrong to think she handled that wrong, right? I mean, it was wrong of her to read the notebook, first off. She could instantly recognize it wasn't hers, and she really should've taken it back to Chelsea ASAP--those WERE Chelsea's private thoughts (not so private now...) and she probably just forgot it (Chelsea's not dumb enough to leave such a bomb in someone's car!). But since she did that, the next thing she did wrong was go through the dramatic notions of showing the whole world! I got a little annoyed with Andrea as she was telling me all the crap she did...Chelsea and I aren't "friends", but we are acquainted and we agree on alot of different points, we get along pretty well, etc., and I'm totally not up for public humiliation of someone unless they deserve it, which I don't think she didn't.
Lucky for me, my cell phone lost the signal and I lost the call. That was good--I tried to explain to Andrea that what she did was wrong, but she was too wrapped up in the drama. I also tried to explain to her why Chelsea feels that way (people tell me things! I'm very good to talk to). Normally I wouldn't have said anything, but Andrea's been on her high horse about Chelsea for a while, and stupid me figured a lil insight could knock her off that horse in a heartbeat.
Remember how I said "stupid me"? It was stupid of me...see, Chelsea thinks Andrea is taking advantage of Ben (which she is). Ben being Chelsea's brother, Chelsea's feeling a little protective (totally understandable). I, unfortunately, am dangerously close to being stuck in the middle (which would suck royally).
I can't wait to get up to school...then I can leave this drama behind and get involved in a whole new (and hopefully more interesting) drama! ^^
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Saturday, July 24, 2004

   Look, I've redecorated!
I loved the black and pink scheme, but while digging through my files, I found the Utena avatar, and I wanted to coordinate. I wish G~petz had had an Utena blog...ah well. The DigiCharat blog is cute and coordinating! As for the caption under the avatar and the message in the blog--those are some of the lyrics from Just Communication (from Gundam Wing). It's an awesome song! I have the mp3 and groove to it often. I wish I could find a midi of the Cardigans "Love Me". That would be such good background music for this site, wouldn't it?

Anyways, I was wondering if anyone would object to my putting up a story or something? I see lots of people around here do it, and it's WAY better than waiting for fanfiction.net or DeviantArt.com (I'm sorry Demon Messiah, but that site isn't doing a thing for me!). See, I have this idea for a Princess Maker/Yu Yu Hakusho mesh, and I find it hilarious. But I enjoy other people's input, and I like to have it AS I'm writing. Even if you haven't played Princess Maker, you can get the gist of things. ^^
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Princess YuYu 2
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Chapter One
Two Little Princesses

The two-story house sat beside a huge old oak tree, with a small vegetable patch in the front and a large flower garden in the back. The house was quaint and cheerful, though exceptionally modest for being the home of the woman who had single-handedly saved the kingdom from certain destruction. The hero wasn’t the only resident of the house—the toys scattered in the front yard and the tiny clothing on the line indicated that a well-loved and slightly spoiled child lived with the hero.
Speaking of children, raucous giggles could be heard from behind the closed front door, though twilight was fast falling upon the countryside and all good children were (at that moment) being put to bed. Inside the house, a tiny drama of sorts was unfolding—it was a sweet drama, the sort of ordeal that only a child could manufacture…

“Daddy! Daddy!” A young girl with midnight-colored hair and amethyst eyes came bounding down the stairs, throwing herself down with the sort of dangerous abandon that only young children can survive. She managed to reach the bottom of the stairs in one piece, though her night-dress was on backwards and her darling pigtails were fast unraveling. “Adriad stopped up the toilet with her dolly’s head!” the child’s eyes sparkled with innocent mischief and she began giggling madly again.
The woman, who had single-handedly rescued the kingdom from certain destruction and owned the modest little house full of love and laughter, bent down and gathered the child in her arms. “Seraphine! You’re a full two months older than Adriad—you know better than to let her do such things.” She scolded, though rather ineffectively.
“I’m sorry Daddy.” The raven-haired child replied, pouting. The corners of her adorable, bow-shaped mouth turned down at the corners, and her large violet eyes shimmered with tears.
Her adopted father, completely defenseless in the face of such cuteness, sighed deeply. “Oh dearest…Daddy only scolds because she knows you know better.” The woman who had single-handedly saved the kingdom from certain destruction shook her head. “Now be a good girl and tell me what happened to Cube.”
Before the little girl could reply, a shout from the second floor verily shook the walls of the modest little house. “ADRIAD!”
“See Papa? Not all empty heads float!” was the sweet, girlish reply. Moments later, a tall and angry looking blonde came barreling down the stairs with a russet-haired child in her arms. The woman thrust the child bodily at her nearby servant, very nearly knocking him over.
“Isosceles!” The blonde barked. “How do you lose sight of a madcap giggling ball of red hair?” She demanded.
“Aw, cut him some slack Cheiki.” The woman who had single-handedly saved the kingdom from certain destruction said with a snort. She gave a toss of her long, curly brown hair. “Poor Isosceles was left alone with two adorable little girls who obviously overpowered his sensibilities with their cuteness. Now if you’ll pardon me, I’m going to go and open the linen closet, to discover my most loyal and faithful butler Cube hog-tied and gagged, though otherwise unharmed.” She said, flouncing off down the hall to complete the aforementioned task. She returned moments later with a ruffled purple-haired, bat-winged young man. He only reached her waist, and seemed completely breakable. “Poor darling; Seraphine got the best of you again.” She teased.
“Please forgive me Maxwell sir. It’s just…” Cube started helplessly.
“I know the feeling, there’s no need to explain.” Maxwell replied good-naturedly.
Cheiki rolled her eyes. “No discipline in this house, whatsoever.” She said sarcastically.
“You’re a fine one to talk. Which child has a whole room in the house devoted to her dolls? Hm?” Maxwell demanded.
Cheiki ignored her. “All right children—give me your vows of good behavior so Maxwell and I can get going. We don’t want to miss the King’s Ball.” She knelt down and crushed the ruby-haired child with the wide blue eyes to her. “Behave Adriad—or else Papa shall have to scold you.”
“I’ll be good Papa.” Adriad replied.
“The same for you Seraphine, except I’ll let Cheiki lecture you.” Maxwell warned.
“Yes Daddy.” Seraphine replied sulkily. Cube patted her shoulder, and the child offered the demi-demon slash butler a wide grin.
Maxwell patted her head once, twice, three times, and then stepped out the door. Cheiki was already at the end of the quaint stone path that led to the road, and was waiting impatiently for Maxwell to hurry up. Impatience was a virtue with Cheiki—and Cheiki was allowed to get away with it because she was as important as Maxwell, having single-handedly saved the kingdom next door from certain destruction. Maxwell had almost shut the door completely when a tiny hand popped out, and snagged her pants. “Yes Seraphine?” she said, looking down.
The black-haired little princess poked her head outside. “Are you going to the King’s Ball to find a mommy?”
“Yes, and he’ll be the prettiest, the nicest, the smartest, and the strongest man there. Only the best for my little girl.” Maxwell assured her daughter. “Now get inside—the evening is cool and you should be in bed.”
“Goodnight Daddy!” Seraphine shouted, ducking back inside. Maxwell rushed to the end of the driveway.
“That is one spoiled kid you got there.” Cheiki remarked.
“She catches it from her friends.” Maxwell replied cheekily. Cheiki ignored her, and the two heroes rushed off to the King’s Ball…

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Wednesday, July 21, 2004

   Hello duckies!
I thought I had a job. The manager at Mickey D's said I was hired. But I haven't been called into work...he was supposed to call yesterday. DIDN'T. So I went today and asked. He said he'd call today. DIDN'T. I told my dad, and he said if the guy ever calls, tell him to SOD OFF. I'd like to, but I have to pay for books this semester--my student loans won't kick in until they're assured I'm going and staying. How stupid is that?!?! I'm so frustrated--all this economical improvement isn't touching the lower eschalons of society, where I reside. Lower middle class bites sometimes. Ah well!
Everyone reading this has a mission! Go visit the latest MyOtaku member Sorccy! She's a bud of mine, and she JUST got her site. So please, give her a visit so she can feel special. ^^ It'd be much appreciated. ^^
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Sunday, July 18, 2004

   Pretty, pretty princess!
Has anyone out there heard of the game "Princess Maker 2"? Well my buddy Sorccy had it on her computer, so I played with it while I was over there. I fell in love, so I went out on the web and found it. http://koti.mbnet.fi/thething/princessmaker2.htm (but you didn't hear it from me! ^^) Anyways, it's so kawaii! I love it--my kid may be a good for nothing brat that won't quit running away, but the butler Cube is just so cute I could crush him to my womanly bosom and smother him with affection. ^^ Right now "Haruna" is only 14, but I've managed to complete two of the adventures to satisfaction. Yay me! I still can't unlock all the nifty secrets, so if someone else knows...it'd be nice hear. Of course, if Sorccy ever gets back to me about the cheats, I'll let y'all know. ^^
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Saturday, July 17, 2004

   ROAD TRIP!
I went on a road trip today! Can you tell? ^^ Me, Nikki, and Dana went up to Sarasota to go wander around the art galleries and such. It was fun, even though 90% of it was modern art and I'm not real keen on modern art...anyways, we wandered around, saw some interesting stuff...almost got thrown out of a couple of stores. ^^ NOT MY FAULT--okay, the second one may have been my fault. We went into the first gallery, and the owner WOULD NOT stop following us around!!! Like I cared enough to shoplift from a place that sells over-priced modern-impressionistic art. Blech. Blech, blech, blech, and blech. The second place was funny...it was so hoity-toity and we were in denim, t-shirts, and flipflops (so obviously not high-end clientale...) so everyone was being so super snooty! Well I put on a really bad twang and said "Well this here gall-o-rya shore is naihce!" Nikki and Dana started spazzing and yelled at me to shut up. Feel the love in the room...^^ It was a nice day to go wander around though--overcast with a breeze. We weren't melting, dying, or otherwise suffering discomfort. Lunch was pretty good too--we went to "Two Senioritas"...nice Mexican food, but our waitress was a royal DINK.
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Weird dream time! ^^
Okay, so I dreamt I was at this gay night club with Andrea, Marcus, and Mason. It was so hysterically bad, because Andrea was wearing a zebra print minidress (I think she probably really does own one...) and I was wearing an ankle-length painted-on purple leopard print dress, with sparkly purple lace-up platforms. It was so bad--I only knew it was a gay nightclub because all the men were dressed to thrill in sparkly spandex pants, vests without shirts, and studded collars. They kept hitting on Marcus and Mason (yes, the same Marcus that is dating Chelsea) and Andrea couldn't figure out why none of the men were hitting on her (this is no exaggeration--I can see taking her to a gay night club and her being unable to figure out why the men aren't hitting on her ^^). Absolutely hysterical! I even dreamed a bit about getting to the nightclub--apparently it was Gay Pride night so there were lil mini-parades all over, and every time I'd turn down a side-street to get away from one, another would pop up and some stupid lil kids would dart out in front of my car! I think I hit more than a few, but it didn't seem to be such a big deal...no nightmarish feel or any thing like that. Insane, yes? I think I really need to stop watching the Nanny--I know where the dream-wardrobe came from. As for the Gay Pride--no more Will&Grace. That's it. No more tv for me!
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Thursday, July 15, 2004

You are a Fairy. Wait a minute, a fairy? Well you
are not a mermaid at all. But you enjoy all
things and love all. You blossom every morning
and enjoy the simple pleasures of life. There
are so many fairies, I can not count them all.
Will you rate my quiz since you enjoy all?


What kind of mermaid are you? (Gorgeous Pics)
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   The first post of today
I've had my dyslexia pointed out. A thousand apologies to ChainedAngel and Demon Messiah--gender confusion on my behalf, not theirs. Damn pronouns...^^ Another thousand apologies to the people who commented on yesterday's post. I'm glad, however, that I'm not the only one who needs a scorecard to keep up with the drama that is life. ^^
Too bad apologies are like the points on Who's Line...yep; they don't matter. They're just like good taste in a Sear's catalogue. It just doesn't matter...^^
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I had THE WEIRDEST dream last night! You wouldn't believe the insanity--Sorccy and I were out and about, and we stopped at this place that LOOKED like a Dino's Pizza--except it was run by Chinese people and all the signs were in Korean. But there were pictures, so we weren't boned. ^^ Anyways, after a quick pitstop to the bathroom, we got in line (with a bunch of other Chinese people) and we passed this table with a family of a mama-Korean, papa-African, and a baby that looked perfectly Korean (weird). Anytime you get a perfect view of a random character in a dream, you know they're up to something. Anyways, we got up to the front, but then the people running the kitchen and cash registers had to run outside for something. They left us unattended--that's a bad idea. ^^ Anyways, they had a lil icecream parlour attached, and there was a huge (I mean ball pit huge) vat of sprinkles, so I dared Sorccy to jump the counter and dive in. She did--it was hilarious. She was flailing around and re-enacting the last scenes of "Titanic" and all sorts of crazy stuff...but then the workers came back and yelled at us (Suuuure. Just cuz I'm laughing my ass off doesn't mean I'm totally responsible...), so she had to make another hiatus to the bathroom, and I waited outside. Well, while I was waiting, one of the cooks came out and asked me if I owned the red Tiburon (that'd be me!) so I ran outside, and that family I mentioned before was IN IT! They were stealing my frigging car!!!! I ran, and caught hold of the spoiler, and he (the papa) gunned it! I was left hanging on with one hand as he's circling the pizza place trying to shake me off. I was on my cell with 9-1-1, holding on to my car, and screaming obscenities that I don't even remember. Well I wound up having to let go, and the bastards drove off, and I was left in the parking lot with nothing but my rage and my cellphone.
I managed to get home, and was perfectly inconsolable, when my dad has the nerve to say "It's just a car. The police will find it." In that aggravatingly condescending voice he uses everytime I get upset, and I just lost it. Thankfully my alarm went off before it got any worse.
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I know it's stupid to get upset over a car. But that's my baby! I'm gonna have that thing until well after I graduate from college! And I'm a genuine spaz anyway--anything that rankles me makes me difficult. ^^
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