Slender, sweating bodies tangle together, movements coordinated through subconscious instinct alone. Hair, matted with sweat and rain, is plastered to both pale faces. Legs lined with muscle move into impossible positions, their torsos twisting along in a dance that is laced with life and death.
Their breath, coming fast and heavy, is punctuated by their swift, sudden movements. The rain rebounds off of their flesh, defining every curve as they slide together and apart, defining every sudden jerk of movement. Their hearts pound in unison, responding to the beat of the eternal dance they are caught in. Moving away from each other only to clash together again, the pace of their dance quickens. They are both beginning to tire, but neither dares to stop for fear of the consequence.
Time seems to slow from adrenaline, and each movement is accented by the feeling of cutting through the air, the rain splattering away and hovering in the air.
For a breathless moment, there is nothing but the feeling of one body launching itself into the air, twisting around to deliver the darker side of the dance.
His dance partner is still, and then falls to the ground, her face pale and stained with mud. Her vibrant green eyes, streaked in one single area by brown, stare lifelessly out into nothingness, unblinking when the rain falls into them.
He stands, staring for a moment, then turns, his long, amber-streaked hair clinging to his shoulders and face, directing the water flowing through it down his back in cold torrents. His expression cold, his pure brown eyes empty of all life, of all humanity, he walks away. The rain, pouring down in sheets already, falls heavier; obscuring his vision even more. Stepping out of the woods, the crunch of small rocks beneath his feet nearly impossible to hear over the roar of the rain, he stops just short of a cliff, and looks out over the sheer drop. The clouds break, but the rain does not, and sunlight explodes, turning the rain into liquid fire. His hands find their way into his pockets. Rain washes over his face, and he looks out over the beautiful scene without really seeing it.
For the past three years, he had thought she’d be the one. She had shown such potential. Alas, she had fallen short and had failed. Such potential... but she didn’t have the patience to train her body properly, didn’t make the time to learn as much as she possibly could. In the end, she was too submissive.
Would he mourn, or would he continue his endless search for one who could best him in the dance, for one who could find the strength to unbind her wings and fly? Is there such a woman, or is the search in vain?
Only the rain knows, and it offers no answers.

*sings, slightly off-key*
Where oh where could my boyfriend be? Oh where oh where could he be...?
So the Joshi-Poo is engaged and about eight and a half months away from being a father. My respect for him has dropped a little further.

I worked today. It went well, and once again, I enjoyed it. The fact my back is hurting like everything isn't all that great, but I'll survive, y'know? Nothing a little biofreeze can't help... Today, Robert and I didn't fight over the dishes. heh. Poor Paige was pissed by the end of the day, though, because the other cook, who's name I can't remember and who's about, eh, nineteen, twenty, left early, so she was left working alone again. I feel bad for her. Lessee, John had a pizza, and I ate some of it. Cheese stuffed crust. On an empty and grumbling stomach, it was heavenly. Jamie was wheeling a cart through earlier, and it had a box of fresh, raw mushrooms on top, and she stopped and asked if I wanted one. Drool! She was a little surprised that I liked them, but gave me two big ones nonetheless. *purr* And David The Scrawny One asked me if I had a cigarette he could have. ;>_> noooo, David, I don't.
Jamie has this horrible habit of coming up behind me when I'm concentrating on something, like scraping dried dough off of something, and scaring the hell out of me. The second time she did it, she started walking away and I smacked her. I hit her a bit harder than I meant to, and she kept glaring at me whenever she saw me, and saying, "payback's a bitch. I'm going to get you with a hose, or something." o_O I'm doomed!
oooog, I have a headache x_x Yeah, I'm well fed at the moment, but argh, my HEAD.
John was a sweetie and came over yesterday. Granted, he came over after Cracker Barrel fired him, but he still came, knowing I was still home alone. He left around, eh, 10:45 that night, leaving me to my second night alone here. It's cool, though. I wouldn't expect him to cancel his plans with Boe, and I hope he had fun. When I think about it, though, I'm still a little miffed about him asking me if I wanted to go with him and Boe. grr. Nearly curfew, got school AND work the next day, and he asks that. Of course I WANTED to go, but I couldn't. Stupid sense of responsibility.
I work tomorrow at five. Friday. At Pizza Hut. That's going to suck.
I just heard about the most fucked up thing. You all know how much I love cats. I was told by a good friend of mine that one of her cats was mutilated and killed by a rapist/molester's friends.

If I find them. Any of them.

Well, I'm going to go. I've still got some energy left, and I'm going to clean my room up a little.

I have a major headache and I feel like I'm pissing John off because I told him I felt like he blew me off to play video games with Laura.
Fucking hormones.
I never used to cry.

It was slow at work today. I mostly stood around muttering that I was bored, or paced. Eventually my manager told me to clean and shine the sink. So I did. Along with the table meant to hold nasty dirty dishes. And the dish washing machine. I stood around some more, and my manager was like, "... You can go home at eight." So I did, and now I'm going to bed because I am tired.

my day off was okay. I slept through most of it. ^_^ around 3:30, I went to John's house and crawled into bed with him. He woke up, rolled over, and actually stayed awake! wow. Heh, he was nekkid. Such a sexy body he has. ^^ an' it's mine, all mine. bwahaha.
We talked and played around a bit (in other words, he put on some pants and tickled me, baaaah), and then he went to work and I came home and read for a bit then went back to sleep.
My concussion is getting better. I'm not having dizzy spells anymore, which is really good.
I still think I have an eating disorder. Mild, yeah, but still. I look at myself in the mirror and I feel fat, even though I KNOW I'm not. When I get upset, I either eat like crazy or starve myself. either way I usually end up feeling fat. e.e; I really ought to bring it up with my psychologist. My next appointment is May second. Here's to hoping I don't forget. eek, augh, my computer is lagging! and now I've lost internet connection! bloody hell! good thing Elftown is nice to me and doesn't log me off when that happens. I <3 you, elftown!

So I'm offically part of the working class, now. I started working at Pizza Hut last night. I have found my new personal hell, and it involves never ending dishes and waiters/waitresses not dumping crap off of plates before leaving them to me.
My feet, knees, back, and arms are killing me. And my hands are really dry. At least I kind of enjoy scrubbing things until they're clean. There's two guys there, though, that I don't feel totally comfortable around. They're not bad guys, I just don't feel comfortab;e around 'em. Good thing I'm not around them a lot.
One of the cooks took up for me last night. It was really busy, and the servers are supposed to dump uneaten food into the trash so I don't have to worry about it. I didn't know that. I just knew that every time I turned around, there was a bunch of dishes with trash and partially devoured food on them. Paige, the cook, saw some of them abandon the food-covered plates, and started bitching at them, which in turn brought the manager down on their asses. Heh, Hell hath no fury like an angry cook. ^^
Judy, who I'm pretty sure is a sook and Acting Assistant Manager, is really nice. She might be loud, but she's cool.
My manager, Glenn, is pretty cool. He's got this raspy voice that carries like the voice of god through the noise of the kitchen. Last night he told me that each of his employees gets one single personal pizza as a free meal. Last night I just wasn't in the mood for pizza, so I declined. Tonight, I tried to decline. I wasn't hungry, even though I hadn't eaten all day. I mentioned the fact to Judy, and I think she told Glenn, because a few minutes later, he saw me and asked me if I wanted something to eat, and fussed at me. "What, you don't like my pizzas? Is that it? Come on, you look hungry, eat something." So I had pizza for breakfast around, eh, 7:30 pm. We get free drinks, too. THAT's nice. I might work in a very moist environment, but I still get thirsty. ;>_>
And now, I'm going to go take a hot bubble bath and then go to bed and sleep in. I don't have to work tomorrow, woo hoo!

Went to the doctor today. He said I've got a minor concussion and should most definately avoid anymore head injuries like that. With my luck, Tuesday Mr. Judson will forget all about it and take me down again, no headgear mats or anything, and the same thing will happen.. and I'll go into a coma that night when I go to sleep.
At least it's after Prom, now. So it's okay. I got to see John looking all yummy, and I got to make fun oh Philip in a tux. I am appeased and can die almost happily. I'll probably never say what would have to happen before I CAN die happy. So. Hah. Better hope I don't forget.

My instructor hit my bad knee today. Mind you, it was with a plastic stick covered on all sides by six inches of padding, but I hadn't tensed my knee up to keep the kneecap from moving and it hurt like a mother fucker for about half an hour. Let's add this to the head injury from last week.
I think my instructor is trying to kill me. e.e;
Let's see, did anything else interesting happen today? *thinks* nope.
Oh, wait. John talked to my sister during some part of the day and was worried about me because I hadn't called like I usually do. I figured he needed some space. I guess he just wasn't used to me not calling, I dunno.

raarrr. Prom sucked. But, hey, I got to spend a lot of time with John and got to see him in a suit. He looked really yummy.
I also told him I had a past with Philip, and he said he didn't care, 'cause he knew without a doubt that I'm completely and totally his.
an' he's right. I barely belong to myself anymore.

yuck. Head injuries suck major sack. I was in TKD class, and the instructor was demonstrating a takedown move on me. When he took me down, he did it harder and faster than usual, so I had no time to react... As a result, the back of my head hit the floor (carpet over cement) really hard. I was instantly dazed and felt ill. I don't think anyone really noticed I hit my head, because they asked if the wind was knocked out of me.

I didn't take the interstate home, and now I think I'm going to go lie down. Here's to hoping I didn't do any major damage.

Josh found someone to give him rides to work in the morning, so John's free to sleep, now.
So now he wants a day job.
I'm opposed to the idea, I think his health is going to suffer and he's going to get even less sleep. However, I can't do fucking shit about it and I'm not even going to try. Listen? To ME? My CONCERNS? Ludacris. Illogical.
I'm more concerned with his imminent failing health than I am about never getting to see him... I hardly see him awake as it is, now I'll just never see him at all.
In far less important news, I got my senior red belt today. By the looks of things, I'm just a testing cycle away from being a black belt.

... So, yeah, John's blameless and innocent...

and I'm a gullible idiot who jumps to conclusions. e.e; shut up and lemme alone.

I called John when I got home from school today and mentioned it, and he reassured me that he wasn't home most of the day, and had an alibi. He's off the hook, and I even went to Wal Mart and bought some flowers for him, and I plan on kissing a lot of ass. -_-;

a LOT of ass. -_-

... John. He lied to me.

it started out with a call from my stepmother, said Beth just walked out of her job and vanished. Well, I called around, asking various people if they'd seen her. I included John in that list, because she knows where he lives and there's always a chance she'd go there. He answered and said no, he hadn't seen her, and he gave me her boyfriend's cell and house number. He then he said he was going to take a nap 'cause he was tired. So I told him not to be late to work and he said not to worry because there were people there to wake him up. So I searched all of Leeds for her. I even went to Ruby Tuesdays and talked to her managers and coworkers. Around six, I got a call from Dad saying she was home and safe, so I asked where she had been.
"John's," he replied.

He lied to me.

When I think about it, when I called, he should have been the only one home.He didn't have Beth's boyfriend's numbers before. why now.
because she was THERE
he LIED to me

He always spoke of how he hated liars, despised them with a passion.

And he lied to me.

's how it always starts. I'm on the verge of losing him, aren't I. It always starts with them distancing themselves, lying... I wonder if he'll break up with me before he cheats on me.

I wonder if I'll be able to do anything other than wait for him to do it.

Probably not.

Suddenly, I'm seriously considering bleaching my hair then dying it red. Like... Red red.

I'm so fucking pathetic.

I need to spend the money in my wallet as soon as possible so I'm not tempted to buy cigarettes.

I'm having another one of those stupid "I feel like a worthless piece of shit" moments. Probably because I feel like utter shit because I can't eat fried chicken. Just the other day I was thinking about how I'd never had dinner with John's family, and tonight I had the chance and I BLEW it because I have a fucking weak stomach. Why didn't I just say, sure, I can eat fried chicken and risk spending then night in the bathroom throwing up and worse?

Worthless, worthless, worthless...

I need to binge on something but there's no food here to binge ON. Maybe raw potatoes... ugh, I dunno. I feel so sick. I think I'm just going to go to bed.

Went to John's house today, around 1:25. Left around 9:15. That's eight hours and fourty minutes. Roughly seven of those hours, John was asleep. For the first three hours, I was either watching him, petting him, attempting to sleep as well, or pacing upstairs. Around four I tried waking him up, 'cause he said at five he was going to go play video games with... his... ex brother in law? *shrug* When I tried waking him up, he just pulled me onto the couch with him and went right back to sleep. Meh. I laid there for about, eh, an hour and a half to two hours, then fell asleep and woke up at about 7:45 when his parents came home. His stepmother bitched at him a little to get his room clean (my, it sounded familiar)... eh, maybe the word is more like 'harped at'. She didn't really bitch. Anyways, he got a load of laundry started, but he seemed a little more interested in making out than cleaning his room. Maybe he needed a distraction so that he wouldn't think about how empty his room seems without his beloved chinchillas. I still can't believe his father made him get rid of them. Lessee. Then he took out the trash, and said something like, "I think I'm going to head out to Boe's." Meanwhile I'm just kinda like, ". . . T_T;" I was.. kind of invited to go, but I figured if I DID go I'd end up having to leave before too long and he would barely notice my leaving and I'd leave all upset like I usually do. e.e; I'm really getting kind of sick of him sleeping around me all the time. Oh, yeah, sure, he can wake me up at any time, no matter how much sleep I got, and oh, I'm going to STAY awake. But, no, no I can't wake him up for anything. He and I were supposed to spar today, and it would've been wonderful because it started raining during part of the day. It's exasperating. And yet I still can't get angry AT HIM. I can get miffed and irritated. I've never yelled at him, and I can't stay angry around him. I was mad at him once, because I was PMSing something awful and I was pissed all around and he was being an ass. I imagine he could tell I was angry with him by the way I flung his jacket at him and slammed the car door and stalked away without a word. He came by my house later with flowers, and I was glad it takes a while to get from my house to Josh's house to wherever he got the flowers and back to my house, 'cause otherwise he would've been able to tell I had been crying.
*sighs* It's been easier for me to cry these days. 'course, recently it's REALLY easy because my eyes are so tired. If I focus on any one thing for too long, they start watering. It's 'cause I left my contacts in for three days straight. My eyes bitched at me like never before. I had to test with my contacts in, of course, but my eyes were watering something awful. I took my contacts out as soon as I got home, but... argh, my eyes STILL hurt. >_<
At any rate, my back hurts I have a major headache my eyes hurt, as I said, I feel sick and I'm starving but I don't want to eat anything because I feel fat, and I need to tell my psychologist I think I have an eating disorder. Hmm, I wonder if John'll laugh and call me fat if I tell him. Probably.

testing went well. I didn't have to do my form over, I sparred okay, and I broke both boards. *looks at her hand* at a price. My right hand is kinda beat up. It's all bruised and the knuckle of my little finger was torn open a little. It was bleeding some at testing. ;>_> Lessee, I broke with the hand technique on the first try (Thank Goddess x.x) and the foot technique on the second try. I didn't hit it hard enough the first time. I'm reeeeaaally glad I broke 'em, though, I'd feel like shit if I no-changed because I didn't break. grr.
Looks like I'm going to be a senior red belt. Here I come, black! muahaha!

I told my father I wasn't going back to his house.

Yesterday a friend of mine attempted suicide. This morning, I called his house to see if he was there. My stepmother overheard me tell him I was coming over, and she got pissed because it wasn't discussed with her. In fact, she said, loudly, from the bathroom, "Excuse me?!" stormed into the living room, put her hands on her hips and glared at my father and said, "was this discussed?" and then was bitchy all day long. I'm hormonal from my period and the pills; I'm easily angered and upset, but she doesn't seem to care, really, as long as things go her way
I realize that was I did was very irrational and I'm probably going to regret it the rest of my life, but I couldn't take watching myself be put down and ordered about through her will.
I couldn't take it.

I'll go back to clean up my room, to take the mattress I need, and occasionally return to have dinner. But I'll never sleep there again.

Never. I can't take it any more.

Had a bad day today. Probably going to have a bad day tomorrow. I don't have anything to do. I finished my book that I was reading, and now.. there's only this stupid quiz/survey thing. I could just go to bed, but.. I'm currently enjoying keeping my sister awake.

1: Name? Tegan
2: Nickname? The Cheesegrater Chick
3: Country of living? meh. US of A.
4: Birthdate? 5/3/87
5: Length? o_O I'm just going to pretend that says 'height'... I'm 5'7 barefoot, 5'11 in my favorite boots. ^^
6: Eye color? green
7: Shoesize? 8 1/2 in womens, 7 in men's
8: School/work? school.
9: You smoke? Used to.
10: Hobbies? Tae Kwon Do, theator... attending opera, musicals, ballet... Generally, if it's on stage, I love it. I suppose you could summerize that into "active patron of the arts"... lessee, I like to write in my spare time, an' draw...
11: Brothers/Sisters? 2 elder sisters 1 elder brother
12: Relationship? What about it?
13: Piercing(s)? Ears. I have an allergy to nickle, which is in most metals, so... I can't even wear earings unless they're pure silver or something.
14: Tattoo? Considering.
15: Fave Country to go to? Never been out of the country. Closest I came was Hawaii.
16: Are there people you wont reply to? eleven year olds saying things like "u want cyber i good" e_e
17: Nicest person you met this year? Nicest? hm. Probably Stine, otherwise known as hyperfisk. She's so naturally nice it's kind of frightening.
18: Person you would have rather not met? hm. I dunno. I never really regret meeting people, even peple I despise make life interesting. Where would one be without someone to hate?
19: Who would you like to meet? Elizabeth. Hm, with an s or a z? *shrug*
20: Who do you admire most? The only time you'll ever catch me with a look of admiration on my face is when I'm at a tourny and I'm watching to 'pod people' happily and easily defy gravity, or John just so happens to be bending over in front of me. ^^ Which isn't often, mind you. I think he's self concious of his nice ass.
21: Most sexy person(s)? John. Went to UAB, expected it to be deserted, apparently not everyone was on spring break. So I looked, as is my nature, but didn't see one guy that surpasses John in the sexiness area. Every guy I saw with long hair had these HUGE nasty beards... yurg! And every other almost attractive guy was... well, puny.
22: Favorite Pyjama? personally, falling asleep in the nude or panties is nice. Though I do have these big pants that are black and fuzzy and soooo comfortable ^^
23: Favorite Car? If it's got four wheels and it goes, I love it. e_e;
24: Favorite Movie(s)? eh, I dunno. I never really take favorties.
25: Favorite music? Currently, I would kill to listen to something relaxing. I'll be listening to one of my Enya CDs soon.
26: Favorite City(s)? city? Leeds, I guess. I know it better than any other and it's small, quiet, not really polluted when it comes to air, it's got trees and the people aren't that bad...
27: Favorite Plush? like... stuffed animal? I'd have to say the huge stuffed newt Katia gave me for Valentine's Day when she knew I was upset and depressed. It's huge, red, fuzzy with pink feet.
28: Favorite Perfume? perfume is always too strong. Just gimme a light body spray, like, say, cucumber melon, or Hawaiian Ginger. ^^
29: Favorite Magazine? *shrug* Bud K catalog? does that count?
30: Favorite sound? 's a tie between the sound of John snoring gently in my ear, and the sound of him waking up. ^^ hee, he grunts.
31: Favorite TV-series? ... I dun watch TV
32: Favorite Writer? Terry Prachett
33: Favorite Nickname? I don't have one. Aren't I an exciting person. e.e;
34: What is on your mousepad? *looks* two tiger cubs in front of a moon. 's Schimmel artwork. very nice.
35: What all is under your bed? At which house? here, I'm not really sure. Back at home, I'm at least sure that there's another bed and something alive, and a heap of trash.
36: Favorite color? Blacks blues purples dark greens
37: Favorite Song ever? I have one?
38: Favorite song at this moment? Currently I have Eminem's 'Mockingbird' or whatever 's called stuck in my head. I'm not enjoying this. It was on the radio earlier and I listened to it 'cause I hadn't heard it before, and now it WON'T GO AWAY
39: Favorite food? If it doesn't have more than four legs, less than two, and doesn't bite back, I'm good. to be safe, just gimme some cheese.
40: Favorite classes in school? currently? bein' a student aid. If I had to pick something other than that, and it had to be something I'm taking this semester, I'd say English, though I'm making a better grade in geometry, somehow. Overall though, it's a close tie between the art classes and the drama classes with Mr. Robbins and Mrs. Rodgers and Coach Thomas... *purr* ^^
41: Favorite drink? currently... water.
42: Lucky number? bugger the numbers! >_<
43: What do you think is greatest about yourself? *deep breath, thinks hard* ... my hair. I've got nice hair.
44: What deodorant do you use? Degree
45: Favorite shoes? mah boots. ^^
46: What time do you go to bed on workdays? whenever I feel tired. 's usually around 3:30 AM. How I survive school, I'll never know.
47: What word do you use most? The word I used the most today was "shit".
48: Most intense moment in your life? Intense? Eh, somethin' lame, like finally getting over my fear of heights when my brother John dragged me out, off of the safe rock and onto the not so safe one. Showed me how to clamber around without falling. Had me avoid water like an STD, and then had me lean over the edge and look straight down for 200 + feet.
49: Most embarassing moment in your life? sixth grade I got hit in the face with a volley ball and everyone in the gym thought it was damned hilarious.
50: You spend your time rather inside or outside? Inside, mostly. In bed with a good book and no reason to leave.... Save one.
51: What do you do in the weekends? Normally? Sit on my ass and wonder if John'll find time for me between sparring Josh, jamming with Steve-O and work. e.e
52: What class on school do/did you dislike most? anything mathematic... though I'm pullin an 82 in geometry, go me.
53: Your Breakfast? ... what is this breakfast you speak of?
54: What do you really really dislike to eat? any cooked or steamed veggies... yuk!
55: Pets? 10 cats one rabbit
56: Laugh or dream? depends on the dream.
57: Serious or funny? Depends on the company and situation.
58: Fast or slow? depends on what's being referred to. o.o;
59: You prefer being alone or have relation? Sometimes I think I'd be better off alone, but then I imagine myself alone and think, "oh, god." simply because I tend to fall apart without someone. e.e; sad, but true. Without a damned good reason, I stop taking care of myself.
60: Simple or Complicated? Simplicity..
61: Cremate or Burried when dead? Cremated. Then, my wealthy children, take me somewhere to get me heated and compressed into a shiney rock and put me on a ring with my husband.
63: Stay up late or go to bed early? Stay up late. Unless I'm exhausted.
64: Light or dark? Dark, usually, but I still find myself drawn to the bright sunlight on a warm spring day... If it's summer, though, I cringe at the sight of sun, 'cause I know I'm going to end up extra crispy. >_<;
65: Speak or Silence? Depends on the company.
66: Tall or small man/woman? Taller than me, preferably. Means Mama Spidle won't bitch about him bein' short.
67: News paper? to hit things with. ^^
68: Hug or kiss? Hugs first then kisses.
69: Happy or Sad? Happy. definately.
70: Life or Death? I vote for extreme population control. Give me an uzi and I'll take care of it.
71: Gig or Disco? *shrug*
72: Left or Right? Right?
73: Sausages on top, or on the side? Side.
74: Dark/ red/ Blonde? Dark.
75: What would you ask God if you could ask him 1 single question? hm. "If you're the only one, then where did you come from, eh?"
76: You believe in reincarnation? I guess. It's a nice thought.
77: You believe in Aliens? May as well. Why not?
78: When you die, what will be your last words? Probably something along the lines of "Don't forget to feed the cats"... though knowing my luck it's going to be something more along the lines of "oh, fuck. O_O"
79: Does true love exist? ... wouldn't it be nice...
80: How many kids would you like to have? no more than two.
81: What is the one thing you can't stand? someone talking incesently about something I don't care about at all... example, Lance talking nonstop about D&D crap that means nothing to me because I'm not a D&D player... what makes this worse is that he actually went to a D&D fanatic and started talkin, and they later came to me and said "I didn't understand half of what he said. It didn't make sense and I want to kill him."
82: Best feeling? Feeling like I'm... needed.
83: Worst feeling in the world? trapped
84: What are you afraid of? Rape, mostly.
85: Are you an emotional person? sometimes.
86: Do you ever cry during a movie? Not much anymore. I can proudly say that I am a demented freak because when I was little I didn't cry when I saw Bambi OR Old Yeller.
87: Your goal in life? To be a well respected psychologist bringing in a ton of money and making sure my children never know what it's like to root through a fridge and have to settle for a raw potato because there's nothing else.
88: What was the promise you made to yourself at new years eve? Quit smoking and do crunches every day. Well, I've done one...
89: Who's your favorite artist? eh, I dunno.
90: As what animal would you like to reincarnate? A cat. ^^
91: What is the most beautiful part on the male/female body? the torso, I think... especially the waist. Don't ask me why, I dunno. It goes for both sexes, really.
92: Most original place to ask your love to marry you? Whilst bunjee jumping. Heh. You'll never catch me jumping off a bridge, or out of an airplane. Why jump out/off of something that was meant to keep you UP?
93:What do you think of Elftown? Is nice.
94: Is there something you miss about elftown? Not... really...
95: Where did you get this question list? John's journal.
96: Besides elftown, what do you do most on your PC? maintain a social life, sadly enough. eh, and school work. Somewhere I've got a book I Was working on, but I'm seriously thinking about deleting it because the characters are pretty much dead.
97: Is there a question you missed in this all? *shrug*

Well, it's half an hour past mindnight. I guess I'm off.

Mama Spidle is on my ass about Prom. x_x; John can't (won't? *shrug* doesn't matter) go with me, so... She's bitchin' at me to find a date. I have no choice in the matter at all... I'm resorting to begging male friends. x_X; Philip is first on my list. I'm fine with it, though. Philip's an okay guy and I would kill to see him in a tux. ^^; I suppose next on my list is.. ah... hm. XD Maybe Joshi-Poo. After that, uhm. Definately not Brian, for various reasons. One, it be awkward. Two, I wouldn't ask him to place himself in that awkward of a position. Three, it's a lot to ask an ex to bust his ass to get down here before April 1st. Four, he's got a girlfriend. Five, it's unheard of, even from me. There's a line to be drawn, and there is a line I draw there... Not Brian. Or Will. Or Jacob. *shudder* RJ, I wouldn't ask, and even if I did, I would hope he refused. Stephen's got a date and currently hates my guts for no real reason... uh. crud, I don't think I have any other available male friends. o_O So my last resorts are Philip and Joshi-Poo. And Josh isn't that likely because, well, I dunno how his girlfriend would react.
Bugger! >_< If Philip can't go, I'm screwed! I can't force John into it, and I won't ever bother trying. I already know it's a lost cause. For one, he probably can't get off of work. Two, he says Proms are overrated and stupid and the second I gave him the choice, he didn't want to go, so.
*sob*