Sorry everyone, I was planning to get some of my new pictures scanned in and more of the LoI series written, but my english stuff just took too much time, and now I'm dead tired x.x
Well, thats not the server name, correctly its Moonrunner, and its the emptiest one I could get, and still I lag like crazy in crowded citys. Now I just have to try to find the next city so I can get my Bear form. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to get there x.x its through some patch of land I've only been to once, and everything there was at level ?? (IE, unbeatable, kill me in 2 hits.)
Myuu myuu myuu, I'm obsessed with WoW now, traveling through the Silvermoon server and chilling in Darnasus. Yay, no one can understand what I'm talking about anymore! Wheeeee!
*extremely hyperactive*
The new laptop charger port overheats way too easily >_< it doesn't have a grounding port on the power plug, that might have something to do with it, but the AC/DC boxy thing gets so hot while running WOW that the plastic starts to become a little soft o_O yeah, not good. Thats why I'm keeping a fan running in front of it at all times now.
I'm gonna be offline for the rest of the day, maybe, while writing and otherwise working on stuff I couldn't
T_T Figures. The printer is working just fine, and totally complete... sans USB cable. Ive got a perfectly functioning printer, aside from the fact that I can't actually USE it.
X.x I must get those books. The movie stopped just at the coolest part! Silverwing was only the first movie/book, theres two more, but I've got no way to see the others T_T
(The rest of the obsession is in Wes's Ever-Changing Mood, unless its changed already.)
_< My mood page doesn't want to link to the most recent version of the page... again x.x
When I can be on, no ones on.
When I'm kicked off, everyone comes on
Or else, maybe no ones coming on anymore? oO Whatever the case, 'tis lonely. I want my laptop back, fixed or not. 3 weeks after they give us an estimate is far more than enough.
I think its about time I decided to keep the scanner perminently up here, and upload some of my new art. Or rather, colored art. I've had another one of those colored-pencil
x.x Story series I've now got scripted out:
-The Legend of Inari
-The New Legend
-rorriM
-Project Chimera
-B.I.O.
If I start having really weird mood swings or act really weird, its because I've gotten WAAAAAAAAAAAAA
o.o brainstorm. -> Wes's Ever-changing Mood Go there for my thoughts and feelings!
*Saved diary entrys: 3 a day*
I want to take this moment to post a diary entry.
(Yes [Taresuke], another one already :P this is how I talk to everyone at once.)
I want to thank all my silent watcher friends for reminding me that they're still there. Sometimes I just need them to break their silence for a little while.
Now I know they listen; Now I just need to know if what I say really matters to them, or if I'm just giving them stuff to check up on :P
I've decided to test how much people care to hear the rest of the Legend of Inari series turn out. When I have the time, I'll be posting parts of the scripts, just to show the thought process running behind things. Perhaps create a new house poll for it.
After my first scrapbook meeting for latin club, I'm tempted to speek in third person, poke people, and talk a mile a minute like the other people who were there. I can tell that it'll be entertaining with things like the 3rd Person Thursdays girl always talking like "Austelle wants to cut the paper!". And the other guy complaining about how he wants to cover up the picture of the monkey, because he's afraid of monkeys.
Mihi pecta libeato, non cognosceunt...
A very rough english-to-lat
I pour out my heart, but no one knows.
*sighs thoughtfully*
I really should thank Mrs Ciochina (cha-ki-na) for assigning us this book, Tuesdays with Morrie. Its about a guy with Lou Gerrigs (your body slowly shuts down until you die) and an old college student of his, doing one last project together, a final thesis on life and death.
Its making me think in deep, profound ways. I can't tell if its good or bad, sad or content, its something I haven't felt since I said goodbye to my grandpa a year and a half ago.
It makes me regret that I no longer have the time to talk to my friends or share my stories with them. It also makes me appreciate [how much my being here or sharing my writing may mean to someone, even if sometimes it feels like no one cares and no one listens.]