Nothing really important to say. but no one's on to entertain with, so I'll just write things. for some reason, I find reporting news in my life to be tedious and annoying and I don't like doing it.
Fiction starting now.
This is the last time I can contact you. The guards say my execution isn't far, but I hope it isn't true, mostly for your sake. I'm fully prepared to die; I've served my god all my life, and I can take comfort that I have a place in the sunless lands I may be able to call my own. But it will be very hard on you, and your soul, and it already is. I can see that through my cell window.
I don't know how much longer I can stand this. It's never quiet at night; someone's always screaming, and the lad in the next cell is constantly hitting his head against the wall, and BANGING and BANGING and BANGING.
Yeah, you heard me.
It's my birthday today. And everyone's happy for me. Problem is that everyone ELSE'S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY TOO. So they're ecstatic for them.
Okay. fine. Screw you all then. Not like I need any congratulation
Just don't bother knowing me and go on with living. I ain't being bitter. Okay, I am being bitter, but not about the aspect of leaving me to entertain myself instead of burdening me with the problem of knowing/caring about you. I'd rather be myself and not worry about making myself into someone you'd like being with.
I have decided(like you care) that I will learn american comicking if it kills me in the process, and to shun all but a few traits of anime.
Yes, anime is wonderful in its own right, but american comics are just so WONDERFUL in all respects. Don't beleive me? Look at Sandman.
And I would like to say that I detest the mass butchering of the Marvel characters on the big screen. ugh.
Oh, and I have to mention that I don't really like drawing anime anyway--it's too....drainin
Anyway. The reason I beleive that American comics are, um, superior to Japanese is because of the immense amount of detail that is in american comics--the face, the background, the anatomy, the costume. It's a STANDARD. Also, the characters are more beleivable, and the stretch of non-beleif is less than in a Japanese comic.
Idunno...anime pretty bois are worth it, but I think I like american comic handsome bastards better---at least they've got some sort of muscle! poor bishies. all skin and bone. XD Sorry--I go for more manly men. muhah.
anyway. so that's my two cents. ^_^
If you ever make the upgrade from girlfriend 4.0 to wife 1.0 remember this. You cannot run mistress 1.0 in the background. Eventually wife 1.0 will locate the offending program and cause a total system failure. The end result is you will have to spend all your money and lose not only the system but all programs involved.
I can't....oy. Christianity's the hardest thing I've come across. really.
to be a Christian is to be shunned by society; to be uncool. to be laughed at, scorned....for my path in life. yet...
Goodness. there are so many bad eggs...why do they choose to pay attention to those? and not the few and decents?
Being a Christian means giving up everything. EVERYTHING. our little habits, some of our hobbies, some of the people we choose to associate ourselves with....our egos, sometimes....a
..the saviour of the world was it's shame.
odd. Goodness, the human race is so confusing.
....
I hate being 13.
okay, this is just creepy.
I was twirling a chain made of key rings, and my decapitated horse head was on the desk, and apparently the chain hit its muzzle because it all of a sudden was attached to the end by the mouth.
It's like it bit it. It's really creepy, cuz the mouth is right on the metal. Apparently, the muzzle's magnetic, but it's still really creepy.
Egads, today was fun!
I played Mad Geneticist with some of my really old toy horses, and now I have two unicorns, an adult and colt pegasus, and a colt with a metal spike for a hoof. The last one was in desperate need of its hoof glued on, but I couldn't find it, so I just made a new one for it. Only it's a spike.
God, I love my life.
Now I have a troupe of freaks, and I intend to pen them underneath my bed and show them to people for 25 cents.
Mwahahahaha.
For I am the Mad Geneticist.
I also have this horse neck/head that's as big as my palm. It reminds me of the Godfather.
I kid thee not. Someone actually gave that to me once.
I am surprised.
I am thoroughly surprised.
I thought Timeline was going to be a bad movie, but oho, no such luck! Bad luck, that is. And lo, I say-eth, wow. Didn't see that coming at ALL.
Although you could tell the budget was low. At one point, they are hiding behind a wall and you can tell it's spraypainted.
*sigh* what it lacks in prop budget, it makes up in wonderful plotline and stuff. I am happy with that movie. :D
Wow.
Username: [Pnelma Tirian]
Character name: Jeshaak Moretalon
Gender: female
Race:Gryphon
Age: 45(about 20.)
Physical description: Jeshaak, or Jesh, as she's called by her friends, is a VERY small gryphon. She's a peregrin-marga
She's sleek, fast, and exceedingly flexible.
Personality: A lot like an otter. She seems a little odd when you meet her, and her oddness only grows when you get to know her, but she'll share a drink with you anyday and get into a bar fight even sooner. She loves a good fight, anytime, anywhere.
Preferred weapons: Talons, beak, claws, and anything around her that can be used in a fight.
Powers: Stun, enchantment, fire--mostly just the small stuff to distract her opponent until she gets behind them and beheads them. :)
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in three days flat.
I want to kill vampires.
I want to kill and kill and kill until every vampire is permanently dead and in hell for eternity.
I really, really really really really really really really really REALLY hate vampires.
Two and Two is four.
Four and four is eight.
Eight and four is twelve.
There are twelve inches in a ruler.
Queen Mary was a ruler.
Queen Mary was a ship.
Ships sail the sea.
There are fishes in the sea.
Fishes have fins.
The Finns fought the Russians.
Russians are red.
Fire engines are always rush'n.
Therefore fire engines are red.
I could stand Toby Maguire as Spiderman, I could tolerate that annoying actress that played Mary Jane, But my God, they have slaughtered the character I cherished most from the Spiderman world.
Things I enjoy, and can pull me out of ditches
light ditches:
keychains, chocolate, being bought stuff, purple hair, comedy, cool socks, and a wacom tablet.
medium ditches:
bittersweet songs I haven't heard over and over and over again, singing them, singing in a different language, playing my cello, playing my harp, role playing, comedy, chocolate, being bought stuff.
large ditches:
being complimented, comedy, being bought stuff, random acts of kindness, buying other people stuff, real live friends who take you to movies, Monty Python, live theatre.
Larger ditches:
dueling, winning, having great friends, buying other people stuff, making other people happy, hugs, smooches, general loving.
Huge ditches:
prayer, friends, and lots of homemade ambrosia.
Intensely deep ditches(in which I threaten to turn goth):
God and a good round of UT2K4.
http://www.pen
just....read it.
Green Bird Straight Lyrics(or what I can make of it)
Marry Matre
Menter the preachrem
grow and grow and grow
ateste montu
here cheste prontu
so and so and so
Miaf mod codia un de evergreen
I'm having troubles with the second verse...lol...
Yes, I know Yoko Kanno uses a language she made up to sing. I just want to be able to sing it, that's all, so I make up my own lyrics because I can't find straight lyrics anywhere.
This is my dream.
I was in this bar, and this really mad guy stole my pistols. I took one back and aske for the other one, really calmly, because I was this suave english gentleman, and he wouldn't let me, so I put it on a bet for the guns, a horse named lucky dot, and something else. so I put up my 17.35 and lef tthe wager to be concluded later on. Then I raced a bunch of people and I won, and a pig guy and a human adopted me, and the human really wanted thatn horse named lucky dot.
(We were driving through the mountains.) so when we got to the pigs house, he said he was gonna take a shortcut across the laun(which was huge) so we raced across, me dragging a cart full of stuff, and I lost.
So I told him that I'd get his lucky dot with my money, and the pig thought it was 30 but I told him it was only around 20. and he was all shocked, but he got over it.
hen he set me to work pouhnding the pillars straight with a happer, and as I wasn't very strong, I ended up pounding on someone's head, and buoth of us got in trouble for that. And my cousin
Rose was cleaning out a sink and I was watching how m8uch dirt came off and I was like, "Woah,, that's some dirty hands," and she snorted like she'd sdeeen worse, and I told her about how when we cleaned the baythroom there was this spirakkly bunch of hair that we found in the drain.
So then we went after this Greek army that was going to torture the people of our great kingdom with bales of sugar(the dream made it look really painful) and we strapped ourselves to the bottom side of a wagon holding the stuff and talked bout how we had to get to the rest and warn them.
Then, apparently, our leader or one of us wasnon the inside, and he met with the leader of the greek army(who was blind), and then they shot each other, only the bad guy survived.
There was a little robot watching it. he was sad, but i think he died later on.
Then we had another race, which was immensely fun, because it was mostly water except for the beginning/end part of the track, and we were on these really cool-looking speeders, and the way you sped up was awesome; you kicked your legs out sideways and found a rhythm and then took your legs back in for maneuvering. Except for the end. lol.
Most of the time I was Cloud from FF7, and I was having the BEST time going up to rocks and jumping off them--oh, it was the best race ever.
actually, the first race wasn't even a race.A whole bunch of us(like, thousands) were walking leisurely down a hill, and I was talking to the pig and man, and I decided that I wanted to run, so I was like, "See ya!" and ran down the hill to the front, and didn't stop till I hit the bottom. that was fun.
ANYWAY. At the end of the race, I was Kenshin Himura and Misao Machimachi was behind me and trying to pass me, b ut then these policemen came on the track and tried to stop me, and I passed them and then there were three in front of me and I stopped playing Kenshin and he got a really funny looking face on, and then this other dude who wasn't involved caught up and passed him on a bycicle, and he was all like, "Yes! I'm going to be first!" and then everything seemed to be lost,
but then handy ol' Sanoske Sagara cleared away the police and got in the way of the biker, so Kenshin won in the end. it was awesome.
Then we were back at the pig's headquarters, which were really fun, and I climbed over the railing and over the big gaping spot(you had to be there) and then this kid who we picked up later on followed me, curious, and I found these two (you know Onimusha 3, those slimy anemone thingys with the feelers and then when they explode they turn into thesxse really annoying little guys who attach themselves to you if you don't squish tgem? it was one of those, onlmy with a big, sharp mouth instead of feelers) and I told the chick to run and I ran too, cuz I didn't hsave any weapons on me, and I made it back to the railing in the nick of time.
After that I attempted to get up at 7:30n and failed completely, which leads to this interesting bit.
Three guys were shopping in a wal-mart submerged halfway in slimy green jello-y stuff, and they were looking for something really essential, and they all were like, "Alright!" and jumped, but fell in the jello. one wantedcool goggles, one wanted a bag of hersheys or something, and the last wanted purple tinted contacts.
then I woke up at 12:30 really annoyed I had slept in so late AGAIN, rolled out of bed, and went on the computer to write my dream down, because I can never remember dreams, but I remembered this one. I think there was a scene in a futuristic mall thingy, but I don't remember.
There was also a scene where there was this bear-like guy and he was playing poker and kept getting seriously mad and jumping over the other player and clawing a really fat guy, and then he was growling how he couldn't play with so many piss-offs, and then a cat gave him a major cowlick and seemed to tell him to grow up, and he was all shocked.