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Yo! First post of summery goodness and such. W00t w00t.
Got PAID TODAY! <3333 Money. $147.76 of my own hard-earned cash. Almost makes the sunburn and the soon-to-be hundreds of screaming kids worth it. Not to mention the five and a half bars of Hershey's chocolate.
That's right. Today was the last day of the counselor training session and, just like the last day of any session, that meant that we gots s'mores for our lunches! However, the commissary had made a mistake and given us faaar too much chocolate. On his way passing through, Charles told us "you're gonna have to take some of that back, and it'll probably just sit there and melt in the commissary...unless you think you can eat THIRTY-SIX bars of chocolate..." One look between Ben Wescott, Sam, Felicia and me, and it was ON.
Ben counted up the people at our site and there were twelve. "That's easy," he says, "everyone just eats three bars." What he didn't know was that Dani is hypoglycemic, Fabian doesn't much like chocolate, Phil and Jakob were completely uninterested, and Charles completely left. That left seven of us: me, Felicia, Sam, Ben, Heather, Lauren, and Chris. We started right away, working chocolate consumption into our s'mores, but that soon gave out to simply "eating just the chocolate to save room". By now, it was the principle of the thing and we could Leave No Chocolate Uneaten.
Eventually Jakob and Fabian caved, and between the nine of us we ate 36 bars of pure Hershey's Milk Chocolate. Lauren and I held the record - five and a half bars each - with Ben not too far behind at like five and a quarter (he said he would match whatever Lauren ate, but then we ran out). All of this was over the course of an hour. Heather and I both almost threw up - she was the last person to finish and I couldn't even look at her as she ate her last one - and we didn't think anyone would make it through swim time without spewing.
Oh, but we did. We CONQUERED that chocolate. What a wonderful memory for my nine-month-iversary final day of camp training.
In other KBY news, we were only two points behind today in water polo despite BLATANT team disadvatage (but we had the Germans - Fabian is the man!) and I got to do the zipline for the first time in forever (!!!). My co-counselor is Dani and I think we will make a good team because she is very quiet and athletic, two things which I am most certainly NOT. We are at Copper Creek, which this session will consist of one 6-year-old, nine 7-year-olds, and one 8-year old. (One of the seven-year-olds is A.J. Coles; I fear for our safety/sanity/whathaveyou.)
And the great big exciting news of today is: GLORIA IS LETTING ROBIN COME TO NEKOCON!!!! Robin coming = we get to utilize Gloria's SUV. Can you say "actual space for Cross Punisher"? Rock on. (Robin wants to be Milly - any objections? I realize she is short, but she sure as hell can act the part and will look incredibly cute. Still, I may try to sway her into Zazie if it turns out Megan can't come. We're trying to stick to Guns, yes? If Megan is Zazie, though, we don't much have a choice - none of the other Guns are humanoid enough except for Rai-dei, and he's...odd. We could gack people from the manga! Like...Elendira...or something. Manga!Milly has a simpler outfit than anime!Milly, too...so yeah.)
Gloria owes me money too, damnit. I'll be getting that tomorrow morning when I go to watch Robin perform in her karate exhibition. Afterward I think we're going swimming. Yaaaay!
We must all sympathize for Becca, who currently has second-degree sunburn on her face.
We also officially have less than a month until HBP. This is a cause for much squeeing. !!!
And my keyboard is still doing that fucking S+L thing.
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| Bad Day: SOL Remixx |
[24 May 2005|03:44pm] |
The next person who says to me "Oh my GOD my mom is going to KILL me because I fekking got a B OMG", I am going to scream.
I would be HAPPY with a B. HAPPY. Hell, I'd be happy with a C. As it is, I've got Ds or less in half my classes because I am stupid. Because I don't give a rat's ass about the identities of trigonometric functions, because I can't be bothered to pay attention to a stupid movie about WW II, and because at 7:25 in the morning I am still too asleep to comprehend the equation for the heat of fusion.
I take a test. I get a 94. I get accused of "cheating" and receive a zero. I am offered the opportunity to take a retest. I accept. I think I've gotten them all right. I get a 76. But I would have gotten a 94 IF I HADN'T BEEN ACCUSED OF CHEATING WHEN I FEKKING WASN'T.
I go to Spanish class. I am told to bring my interim back signed the next day. I think this is pointless because I have an A in Spanish and it doesn't really matter if my mom knows that or not. Either way, my mom is auditioning for a play and comes home late. I forget. I am assigned a detention for not having it. I explain0 that I cannot serve it. I get a referral and the excuse of "it's not my job, talk to the administrator" because I can't serve a detention because I'm fekking MAKING UP A MATH TEST BECAUSE I WAS ACCUSED OF CHEATING.
I am the most freaking honest person I know. I would never, never cheat. And honestly, if I "sat there and flat-out told him the answers!", don't you think he'd have gotten a 94 too instead of a 38? Where is the logic? It escapes me, that's for sure.
I even -- get THIS, folks -- I even have a D in ENGLISH because whenever I miss a day, I have absolutely no idea what's going on. I ask just about everyone I know, and no one can tell me anything short of "Uhhmmmmm..." Mrs. Malcolm claims that I should know anyway because it's on the syllabus -- THE SYLLABUS SHE GAVE US THREE WEEKS AGO. The average teenager will lose a piece of paper within about five days if it's not directly affecting something that they're doing. Why does she expect us to hang onto this thing that we only really need if we miss a day? It's not like WE know that we're going to miss a day!
I've cried at school twice since Wednesday.
Bad grades = fail. Fail = summer school. Summer school = no summer job. No job = no money. No money = no stuff, and certainly no Otakon because chances are I won't even get to do that as it is, much less will I be able to afford it without my KBY money.
I must be the most backward teenager in the history of the world: Even the promise of cash won't motivate me to get good grades. My aunt freaking offered to PAY ME MONEY for good grades. Now, while most kids would jump at this opportunity, I can't even be bothered. For one, I think that's REALLY OFFENSIVE if the ONLY WAY they can think of to get me to do well is to PAY ME. They even went behind my mom's back with it. You can't just buy my intelligence, folks. If I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna fail. NOTHING stirs in me any sort of motivation. Threaten to take away my computer or my manga or the TV or the Playstation or food or water and I would sit there in my room with the lights turned off and starve. Not even THAT could make me care.
Is there something wrong with me?
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| Dinner : FAIL. |
[18 May 2005|09:04pm] |
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Okay, so I go out to dinner with my grandparents (Mom's side), right? Already I am not looking forward to this concept. My grandfather arrives with his easily identifiable smoker's cough, walking through the front door. Mom and her 'rents sit and talk for a bit, then ol' Peepaw goes and uses the bathroom. And gets urine on my toilet. MY TOILET. Those of you who have been to my house understand the concept of my toilet. Within twenty minutes he has left the house to have a cigarette, and comes back in reeking freshly of nicotine smoke. I retreat back to the computer room - figured I'd make an appearance for, you know....appearances' sakes - while Mom gives the tour of the house. Spencer Hall can be heard coughing from every room.
Mom and Grandma are still touring the upstairs when he returns, pokes his smelly head into my computer room (spreading the stink, which is fortunately masked by the other smells of this room) and inquiring about my digital camera that he bought me with his money. He wants to know if it is working well because he is apparently The Big Time Photographer Who Knows Everything. I answer nondescriptly. He is unsatisfied and wants to know if I have a Memory Card Deck, because then it would be So Much Easier to look at the pictures and it would save battery power. I tell him Mom had told me he'd mentioned that and he walks away. I sit and hide until it is dinner time. We go to the restaurant he has chosen because he is in desperate need of a steak.
Fortunately we take separate cars and I get to talk to my mother almost normally before we reach the place. I sit down on the "booth" side of our table, taking for granted that Mom will sit next to me and let her parents sit together. But then she says - get this - "Daddy, do you want the booth or the chairs?" And lo and behold, Spencer sits right next to me. He's too fat to fit in the booth with the table as it is and has to move the table back. To make it worse, Mom sits across from him and not across from me. I am isolated. I am the Teenage Island.
Our waiter is a guy I know - I was his C.I.T. for a week when he was a counselor at Kum-Ba-Yah. Upon the revalation of this fact, with the further fact that Felix never seems to acknoweledge that he forced me to go into a pond illegally to retrieve a camper's shoe, my grandfather proceeds to harass the already not-too-bright waiter all throughout the meal. Not to mention I have to sit next to the man who reeks of cigarettes. He's already left the restaurant for a smoke once.
Poor Clueless Felix brings us the food, and true to his nature, Spencer immediately finds something wrong with his steak. "It's full of fat and full of gristle." Felix tries desperately to figure out exactly what is wrong - to him, and to any normal person, the steak looks fine - but eventually agrees to take it back and bring an order of Chateau Briand instead so that Peepaw is not deprived of his meat. When he returns from another smoke break, I flee to the bathroom. I've already had nearly five glasses of Sprite from where Felix is trying to compensate by over-zealously refilling my glass. I needed a straw.
Spencer has the nerve to offer me some of his beef. I politely decline under the guise that I'm still digesting. Mom and I order a dessert to split and he eats about half of it, despite having just claimed that he didn't want any dessert. And the smell. And the cough. And still mercilessly tormenting Felix. And he had absolutely no clue what the conversation was about. He asked about the enrollment in my school and instantly goes "Well, I know they're triple-A..." What does that say about him?
I may have a lot in common with my mother, but when it comes to Spencer Hall, I am DEFINITELY my father's daughter. It would have been a very enjoyable dinner with the removal of the Peepaw factor. So yes, feel my pent-up anger against my upper-class Confederate grandfather. Feel it goooood.
*sigh* I'm done.
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| #1728. |
[18 May 2005|03:39pm] |
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Today the Sr. Acting class performed for the other classes (and some English classes too, that came down to the acting basement to watch). It was typically a Sr. Acting Play: ensemble cast with a different person on every line, never before performed, written about some modern-day crisis, etc. It was actually pretty badass.
The explanation behind it: based on a true story written by a survivor of a bomb in Bosnia, a child named Sasha. We don't even know if Sasha was a boy or a girl. One night, androgynous Sasha can't go to sleep, and starts hearing rain ("hard rain", which is what the play is called). Sasha is used to it. However, this time it isn't really rain: it's bombs exploding. Gasp! Sasha's house is blown in two by a bomb - Sasha's house where s/he lives with the majority of its family - and its family is killed. Its mother survives only to be shot by the soliders who come to clean up the rest of the mess. By pretending to be already dead (having suffered several bad injuries, this was possible), Sasha gets away after the soldiers live. S/he joins up with a bunch of other people who walk about thirty miles to a refugee camp, where they live until a) someone comes to pick them up and give them a life again or b) they die. The camp has awful conditions - 100 people crammed into a 60-person tent, people fighting each other for food and water and hygiene items ("comb" was repeated several times), horrible smells because they couldn't shower or even change clothes, etc. etc. They got numbers instead of names à la concentration camps. Sasha was 1728, in tent 67.
Really moving scenes: Joseph did an especially good job, almost made me cry. He was "holding a woman he had been carrying all day; we couldn't tell if it was his wife or his daughter" and refusing to leave her behind even though she was dead. He wanted to bury her properly, and when they told him not to go on carrying her because he was seriously running out of energy, he insisted on staying behind with her instead of going on to the camp. "Sasha" never saw either of them again and didn't know who they were. Another good one involved Sean getting beaten to death over...a comb. That's how crazy people went in the camp.
Entertaining even though it shouldn't have been: there were five trunks being used for scenery, and occasionally they were meant to depict tents and were turned on their ends and opened (like a book). Elizabeth G. almost fit completely inside the one she was sitting at. Also, it was easy to pick out who was good and who...wasn't. Very few weren't, but that just made it more obvious.
Dumb: Shevolkia hardly got any lines. Sarah H. had ALL the lines about ice cream. The girls from Mrs. Moore's class in the back laughed when Sean got killed.
All in all, pretty damn fabulous. Really wish I could see it again. I wonder if this is the "showcase" show, and will be performed when A Piece Of My Heart/A Few Good Men is over? If so, am definitely making Mom go see it.
(In other news, have been accused of cheating in math and had emotional breakdown; got to read in class in "Antigone" today and showed up Jessica G. You win some, you lose some.)
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Everyone must love all up on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) elohvee in appreciation for her mad layout skills.
Ain't it PURDY? *dies of prettiness* I'm so glad she found that picture. That's really just what needed to happen with those lyrics.
So yeah. Spammity. Ranting about beautimous new layout and singing Candy's praises. Hooray!
Chemistry SOL on Friday? I think not. *groans*
Hope no one dies of Mad Standardized Tester Disease.
And the new Harry icon too, courtesy of moi. *points* He's got such lovely eyes.
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| School's out, but the halls aren't empty! |
[16 May 2005|03:38pm] |
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Around six o'clock last night I walked over to Webb Hall, the smallest of the dorms at Randy Mac. A few minutes later my mom showed up to meet me and we perused the halls for one of the best things ever: free shit! Afterward, we dumped some stuff at our car and crossed back over to Main for -- you guessed it -- more free shit!
The Grand Total of What I Got (Including Some Other Fabulous Crap):
:: Three pair of pants (but it turns out pair has holes in bad places and one pair barely fits me -- but I'm still wearing the latter, because they were free!)
:: three pair of shoes (and another pair that I snagged because I thought Sayward may like them)
:: six unsharpened pencils and a completely unused notebook (college rule!!)
:: a bottle of clear nail polish, of which we had none
:: a pair of roller skates that may or may not fit me and may or may not fit my mother
:: a giant orange plastic tub, very convenient for laundry purposes
:: a fan, which is actually three small fans on top of each other that can point in different directions and which light up in different colors (though the top one, which I believe was at one point red, doesn't light up any more)
:: a plastic pitch fork from some Gamma's costume (which still has her name on it, but that's easily removed)
:: a mirror that can actually show almost my entire body at once, making it the only one of its kind in the house
:: two plastic orange cups
:: an actual YIELD sign (and those are much larger than they look from a car, believe me)
:: a little green basket for jewelry/school supplies/other random "desk" shit, which I will probably give to CT, and a small wooden jewelry box that looks kind of like a treasure chest
AND, THE PIECE DE RESISTANCE:
:: a giant stuffed alligator, measuring about five feet long without tail, which my mother set up in her boss's office chair to be discovered upon arrival to work today.
All in all, some great stuff, considering that every single one of these items were FREE.
Yay for free stuff.
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| If it's the 13th and it's Friday, then you know that it is my day of glory... |
[13 May 2005|04:28pm] |
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Okay, so the most effed-up Fri13 in the history of...well, me, at least. Wow.
See, there was SOL testing today, and I bet a lot of people were like "Ew, an SOL on Fri13?! Damn!" I know I was. And so like...three minutes into second period, BOOM the power goes out. Now, the majority of the school--all the places that've been renovated--have a backup system for lights. They came on right away. Even a lot of the places without lights at least had windows. But my second period is acting. In the basement. With no windows, no backup lights, and sixteen of the most absolutely crazy people in the world. Stephen Baker immediately goes to the piano and starts playing foreboding, creepy music...the entire classroom is going nuts. Mr. Ackley himself comes in and sits on the sofa. We spaz.
Eventually the power comes back on. We are all Teh Bummed. It was way too much fun running around in the dark. By this time, Stephen is on his back staring at the ceiling--the light turns on right in his face and he like, goes blind. BUT THEN! Not fifteen minutes later, the FIRE DRILL goes off! We run outside, following evacuation procedures. We continue our improv game in the parking lot.
We're outside a good way into third period, with Peter showing up out of nowhere from having been to the dentist. Too bad we couldn't get at the place where Yaz and CT and Shelbi were...ah well. FINALLY, we go back inside again and go off to third period, which is by now only like twenty minutes long, and resume our day as usual. It was SO CRAZY, especially since the morning slot SOL ended up getting canceled. Sucks that I still had to take mine, though. Ah well. It was history.
Then Mrs. Simpson shows us this on-crack thing that's supposedly a "Nissan commercial from Britain, which they couldn't show because some people claimed to see a ghost in it." Turns out it was this gag video from the internet that had us all jumping out of our seats and screaming from sheer "HOLYSHIT" factor. (The thing was this deranged zombie/ghost/thing that appeared out of NOWHERE when you so weren't expecting it. Crazy.)
And so I got home and my LETTER FROM MEGAN WAS HERE!! OMG!! That was awesome, especially considering there were FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE LYRICS on the top. I love you, cl0n3.
Now CT is spending the night. We're going to see A Few Good Men tonight, which is the FIRST SHOW EVER at Glass that Ben Ruehle has been in!!! Yay Ben!!!!
Happy Fri13 everyone.
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| I am...so nice. XD |
[09 May 2005|07:49pm] |
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Because I stole it from CG who stole it from Yaz.
| You scored as Harry Potter. You are a very passionate and caring person when it comes to the wellness of your friends as well as others. You're very temperamental and sarcastic, and sometimes you'll flow a little bit over to the arrogant and obnoxious side when your temper gets the best of you. But you're bold and daring and will stand up for what you feel is right with bravery.
Sirius Black | | 63% | Harry Potter | | 63% | Ron Weasley | | 59% | Neville Longbottom | | 56% | Bellatrix Lestrange | | 53% | Oliver Wood | | 47% | Albus Dumbledore | | 47% | Percy Weasley | | 41% | Remus Lupin | | 38% | Hermione Granger | | 38% | Luna Lovegood | | 38% | Severus Snape | | 31% | Lord Voldemort | | 25% | Draco Malfoy | | 19% | </td>
Harry Potter Character Combatibility Test
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I love how NO ONE scored over 63% with me. I am just so...not anyone. I also feel very happy that the rude/snarky/evil people are all at the bottom (except for Bellatrix, who is right up there with Neville and you KNOW that's bizarre beyond compare), because I try to be nice to everyone and I sometimes feel like I don't succeed. @_@ I'm equally Sirius and Harry which makes me just about as Gryffindorish as they come...wonder how the heck THAT happened seeing as I'm clearly a Ravenpuff. XD
So you know...I'm a good guy. Yay me. I think it's like....physically impossible to be just as much like Dumbledore as you are like Oliver Wood, but I'll give that no further comment. And why the heck is Percy up so high, anyway? Oh well.
Okay, so in our Marauders...O_O omg. We ARE the Marauders. Or at least we will be when CG!Remus and I find a James (because obviously I've declared KEM our Peter...*cough*). And then GASP The Little Pony can be Voldy. XD OMG that is so perfect. Wow. I'm going to laugh at that for a WHILE now.
Candy? Sayward? SOMEONE'S got to be our James...and it's gotta be one of them because of our designated Wormtail.
CG! WE ARE GAY PUPPY LOVERS! *sends many hearts your way* XD
Excuse me for a moment. I ingested too much ice cream this weekend.
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"I am sorry they have no house, Mrs. Seme. By the way, my wife would like to discuss with you the work of the Committee. Tonight at seven o'clock, she said. You know our house."
Cry, the Beloved Country, Alan Paton, page 86, chapter 9.
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| Amusing things people said to me this weekend/today (some abridged). |
[02 May 2005|04:50pm] |
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"You can go to Best Buy--you can spend hours at Best Buy just playing the different games, watching the different videos..."
"How many J-rock artists does it take to screw in a rightbulb?"
"Crystal 'fell in love' with Alex."
"What does FMA stand for anyway?"
[someone who had just been fishing] "And there was this place with a whole lotta bass, and some of them were mating and OMG!!! We saw two geese and they were SCREWING each other!!!"
"Why would anyone want to write anything if it wasn't homework?"
"HOLY FUCK [your icons] are good."
"...how after dinner he had told [Aura] that she was the only woman in the universe for him..."
"It's a good thing we don't smoke drugs."
(Feel free to take guesses as to who said what. Only one of them wasn't a 'saying' so much as a 'writing', but I suppose that's obvious as well.)
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| On crack, and yet...so wonderful. ;_; |
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ZOMG. Link and Luigi make the world go round (well, sorta).
See, I stayed up till 1:00 last night/this morning reading this fanfic, but I still didn't finish it so I finished it this morning and despite the crazed Kiba obsession everyone maintaining the website seems to have, this place is THE COOLEST EVER and the fanfic just goes to show that.
http://thekiba.mode7warriors.com/sasuke.html
DO NOT be misled by the fact that the title is "Sasuke". It really has little to do with him - well, okay, a fair amount to do with him, but no more than anyone else.
THE NEW KIDS ARE THE BEST. Senjou is my Jesus. I'm so drawing fanart, like, RIGHTNOWOMG. Kobiru can really only be defined by the word "bitch", I swear. In the poll for least favorite character, she has 49% of the votes. 49%!!! That's like, more than Pansuke and Inoshi combined! I mean GOD.
Wow, and no one understands what I'm talking about at all. Haha.
I also went to see Nunsense at Renaissance last night. That was fun. Seeing my eighth-grade drama teacher as a nun by way of Brooklyn was entertaining. I love Ms. Farmer. I could never do that show because I'd have to wear a habit on stage and I would PASS OUT from heat, and so I commend her for her endurance. She also claimed she could barely hear anything, which must have sucked as well. Kudos to you, Brooke.
Going away now to draw LITTLEUCHIHAKIDSZOMG (and everyone else, of course). Ciao~!
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| Philosopher's Stones is People! PEOPLE!! |
[21 Apr 2005|10:21pm] |
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Ugh, something inside me just broke.
...I saw Lyra of His Dark Materials drawn "anime-style". It burns, it burns. Crazy Gaians and their crazy signatures. Apparently it's a guild. I'm so glad I'm not a member. They're probably all n00bs who think Lyra is t3h c00l3st omgwtf. Yuck.
It's like that FMA guild-thingy where they all made up their "State Alchemist" names and they were all a bunch of crap. 93% of them contained the words "flame" or "fire". IT'S TAKEN ALREADY, PEOPLE. Don't be idiots like that, god. And a few weeks later there was the "what would your state alchemist name be?" thread in AMC Main, and almost everyone who posted in there completely failed to explain the reasoning behind their name and the logistics of their abilities. WhyohwhyohWHY is FMA "The New InuYasha." Grrrrrr. At least I could separate myself from the Inutards by not knowing what the fuck they were talking about. Now, I feel this uncontrollable urge to CORRECT them all. >.<
Haha, Vicky is sending me funny Kunicon pics. She has one of The Hot Roy. I was looking at the Kunicon photobucket album of someone from the Gaia thread and found me and Brittany in the background of one of them. I was like "Hey! Way too much orange! It's me!" I think it was from our "Glomp the Ichigo!" escapade - we were over near that Legato-girl's table (Megan? Melissa? *has forgotten*) and my arm is sticking up in the air. XD
In the shower today, I swear to God I heard a Kingdom Hearts noise. I haven't played Kingdom Hearts in over a month. The last time I started hallucinating video game noises, I'd been playing Malice for four hours straight and I was extremely incoherent. What the fuck.
...And in my SHOWER of all places. I mean really.
Scene in acting class sucked hard. Ewww, bad. We need to rehearse like whoa. Yuck.
Bleach is getting a fanbase. I'm worried. Usually things don't hit the U.S. hard unless they've 1) aired on Adult Swim or even Toonami or FoxBox, 2) run as a serial in Shonen Jump, at which point the fantards jump on the fansubs online, or 3) been around since before the big "anime boom" (i.e. Sailor Moon and Ranma, which have been around forEVER). A lot of the Bleach fans are British, actually. I really hope the anime doesn't decide to APPEAR in the U.S. suddenly. I don't want crazy fantards all up in my fandom. Ewnobad.
Trying my hand at the Naruto American VA Project. Can I just say I do NOT want Scotty to be Kiba, kthxbai.
Wow, this post made a lotta sense.
Seacrest--OUT! XD
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| In honor of 4/20... |
[20 Apr 2005|04:45pm] |
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...some FMA-style crack for you all.
Pass the love around, man.
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| This thing is funny. |
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But...but....but orange is already a color AND a food. And why did it have to be "cherry" and not "strawberry" in the example? Ah well, such is life.
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| One little time you pull out a prop, and where does it stop? Where does it stop?? |
[13 Apr 2005|02:23pm] |
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Your Boobies' Names Are: The Blind Melons
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Stolen from Sayward. I cheated and used Shadowix instead of Emily but I got this and that just makes it seven thousand times cooler. W0rd up.
Ugh, so I was a total bitch this morning and whined and complained and refused to get out of bed just so I could stay home and write an essay that was due today. I'm so failing. I hate school like whoa. But I really pissed off my mom and that was really mean. I'm such a bitch. Grrr. >.<
Is this what teenagers are supposed to do? You see all those movies or TV things or even other people you know and it's like "grrr argh, teenagers hate parents and vice versa." But I've never really gotten mad at/hated either of my parents. And I didn't want to. But now I'm like "Oh, this is what everyone is doing."
I don't want to be a normal teenager, especially not in this way. It's just that I hate school more than I've ever hated anything else in my life. I go to school for two reasons: A) friends and B) acting class. I don't even like ENGLISH any more, and that's why I didn't do this essay that we had two days to do the final draft of. I apparently did it entirely wrong and will have to rewrite the entire thing, not to mention redo my outline because apparently you're not supposed to use complete sentences but you're still supposed to capitalize every line. UGH.
"One major difference between the two social systems is the concept of, and attitude toward, human life and death." Someone PLEASE tell me what is wrong with that sentence. Does that look like it's WORDED AWKWARDLY to you? Hmm?? I'd understand if it were grammatically incorrect, if I had spelled things wrong or something. But when the teacher tries to correct what can only be perceived as MY WRITING STYLE, it's no longer "teaching". It's "zombifying". She's trying to make us all into good little SOL monsters who can eat Scantron sheets and spit them back out with all the right dots filled in. When the teacher feels the need to tell you how to write INDIVIDUAL SENTENCES, it has gone on long enough. I want out of this wack educational system and I want out NOW. She's even managed to kill one of the few things I still like doing: writing. Ew.
When is summer vacation. When. It needs to be right now. What I need is screaming little kids and retarded songs and swimming in the pool every day and getting paid money and being treated like the person I am: not a child who can't compose her own topic sentence, not an adult who needs to know EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S GOING TO DO FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE, but an adolescent who just wants cash, friends, and a really good day once in a while.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
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