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Pwnage.
Mine satire, attacking political correctness/'a
The Diary of Ernest Fairchild
Comments welcome, of course. It ought to be fairly entertaining, I hope.
Worry/rantage about religion
Meaning it's rambling that won't make much sense, but some things I just have to type out to understand myself. And it's not exactly worthwhile for others to read, I'd bet.
Quothe a house:
A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
They both DIED!
THE END
o.O Templar seems obsessed with girls, oddly enough. Anyone who knows him in real life, and quite possible those who know him on the internet could easily tell you that the chances of him getting a girlfriend are slim. But he's obsessed with them anyways. Probably explains why he likes reading stories with love plots in them, since he can't get a girlfriend himself :P
On the topic, though, I have to note that people seem obsessed with them at my age, invariably. And then lots of emos get all depressed when they break up with their boyfriend/girl
*cries*
Well, last time I try this 'render at 3x normal size' idea. Terragen froze after 3+ hours of rendering. The entire program shut down. Now I have nothing to show for a whole afternoon's effort.
Found this in an RP bio relating the history of Tyrande Whisperwind: "she was born as a sorceress of the bloody elves (the elves of the light)"
XD Those bloody elves!
Bio also details that she often uses the 'arch' to attack, and was nearly killed by the non dead. *assumes this is a non-English speaking person*
o.O So I get a random message from someone, asking that I vote in their poll. I go to look at it, because I enjoy taking polls, generally. It was a 'favorites' poll, so I easily chose 'music', mostly just glad it wasn't a stupid poll about looks, etc. I didn't bother replying to the message because a) nothing to say, and b) wretched grammar and spelling. About half an hour later, I, out of curiousity, check my own poll, and find that it still had the same number of votes. Strange, the person had me take the time to do his little survey, but didn't have the courtesy of answering my poll. Ah well, such is Elftown, I've found. Polls grow very slowly.
<disclaimer: I don't mean this diary to be attacking said person, and mean no offense in any way with the entry. Just recording a curious event.>
The Just Names Coalition
For those who write just their names.
*glomps his new monitor* It's all big and not pink, and not blue, and big, and... and big. *nods* Monitor is once again bigger than our ancient TV, though much smaller than our new one :D
*cries* The pink plague is here for good, but not only that, there is a lurking threat of a more sinister blue plague. I hope those monitor repairs come in soon!
Proof that the world believes things too easily, found at someone's house:
In reincarnation: yes
Aliens: yes
True Love: yes
Ghosts: yes
Satan: yes
Heaven: kinda
Hell: yes
Afterlife: yes
Love at First Sight: yes
So. This person believes in Hell, but is uncertain about Heaven, despite the fact that they go hand in hand. Further, they believe in reincarnation and afterlife. Question: So, when does a person go to Hell, if they're reincarnated? And what kind of afterlife is it, if you're reincarnated instead? You can't believe in both reincarnation and afterlife; they're mutually exclusive.
A thought came to me. Like usual, it was after/during a movie, though this time it was rather unrelated to the movie itself. I don't know if I can adequately explain my thoughts here, but I'll still try, if for no other reason than to remind myself of my thoughts.
For some reason, I've connected the lifestyle I'd like to live to Japan. Much of my reading and especially the massive amounts of time I spend playing video games relate to Japan, and I've developed a taste for 'Japan'. I put it in quotes because it really happened the other way around. I developed a taste for a unique style of living that I associated to Japan. I connected what I wished for with things that could only come into being in Japan. For some inexplicable reason. I often think something along the lines of, "If I were in Japan, it would be like this," and have some spectacular scene unfold in my mind. But then I realized that what I was imagining barely even applied to Japan in any way. Even more, I realized that I didn't have to be in Japan for me to live in any way, or even to find spectacular scenery that all the Japanese movies (like The Last Samurai) portrayed. It could be found anywhere just as easily as in Japan.
So basically, I decided that I didn't have to move to Japan when I grew up, and stopped associated random things with Japan. Which is good, because I doubt I could ever really learn Japanese very well. And yes, this was all rather random.
:/ The pink plague returned again. I hope the monitor repairs come soon.
A thought for the masses:
If life doesn't seem to make sense, perhaps it's time to sit down and think about it.
Oh, and for some particular masses:
Being depressed sucks, and people who try and be depressed should just get over themselves, because, no matter what they may claim, there are certainly reasons to be happy.
*now has a Writersco account*
Writersco has lots less weirdos than ET. I'm glad for that. Once it's less confusing for me, I'll learn how to write well and have uberfun there ^_^
Today was fabulariffic. I found out that the demo version of Terragen 2 will be available in January. And then I found out that I did good in physics, and my classes'll be fine. And then I fixed my monitor. It's not pink anymore. I hope that lasts, though there are no guarantees. Not sure how I'll turn it off, since if I bump it, it'll turn pink again. Oh well. It's fixable ^^
W00t. Finally got the Halloween pictures developed. There are a few good ones, so I think I'll put one up when I can get the silly scanner to start working again.
Uhm. That was an odd sight. So I stumble across a member named [AnGeL69]. And I think, "Did I read that right?" Yes, I did. Isn't 69 an allusion to sex? So Angels have sex now, and advertise it on ET? Somehow I don't think that the two words go together very well. And then I check the age of this member. Pardon me, I don't know what the laws are in Canada, but in the US, 15 is a great age for statuary rape. And what of the angelic reputation? Angels don't have premarital sex. And I don't know a single 15 year old who is married (though I am aware that there are a few out there, as part of tradition). It's like trying to send two different signals: "Hey, I'm divine like an angel!" and "Hey, I'm such a slut I have 69 in my user". And this wouldn't bother me so much if this was the only instance, but ET is just full of people with lewd usernames, and it really doesn't help promote a moral soceity. Fifteen isn't a good age to start experimenting with sex, and thirteen certainly isn't the age to start advertising that you're 'hott', 'have big boobs' or 'have a fine *censored*'. Especially considering most females, in my opinion, don't start looking 'hot' until fifteen and up. Chances of a pre-teen having 'big boobs' is minimal to none, fools -.-
I've always maintained some degree of respect when it came to my parents, because they always seemed devout. Outwardly, also. I'm introverted when it comes to my faith, so I gave them credit for this, even though I doubted their faith, in honesty. But now, I'm dissappointed to find that their faith is skin deep, and doesn't go through to their hearts. I scheduled my SAT about a month and a half ago for Dec. 3. Rather important, I'd say. However, my church winter retreat is now scheduled for the same weekend.
Naturally, I can't cancel the SAT (no refunds), and I'm involved with the church retreat, as well as I desperately want to go (these retreats are more than simple fun weekends for me). I can, however, change the date of the SAT I take to a later date for a $20 fee, something I offered to pay myself, since it was my mistake. But no. My dad is afraid I'll find something 'more important' to do on that date to, and insists I have to make that SAT no matter what. He said that the SAT was more important than the retreat. He told me that the SAT was more important than God, in essense. So much for his profound faith. And so much for my respect for him. No more of that. He is a fool that tries to portray an image he clearly is not.
I'm going to have to convince him before next weekend. I refuse to miss this event. For the past two years, I've become extremely depressed around this time of year and relied upon this winter retreat to turn things around. And it has worked well so far. Things aren't that bad this year, and I suppose it's a sign that teenagerism has done it's worst and things can only get better. But I am worried about later. Things can always gt worse, and if there is no bouy this year, they could be at their worst. I simply don't know. But this is a folly of my dad's I will have to convince him of.