[15:48] My friend: oh god what am I in for?
[15:48] Me: hah
[15:48] Me: SURPRISE SEX!
[15:48] Me: I think I should play the Final Fantasy victory jingle everytime I say that... hmmm...
[15:48] My friend: :(
[15:49] Me: duh-duh-duh
[15:49] Me: duhhhh-duhhhh-duhhhh dut-duh-duhhhhh!
[15:50] My friend: I always think of the Zelda "you found an item!" noise instead
[15:50] Me: hahaha
[15:51] My friend: 'cause he's rummaging around in the trunk and then he holds it up and he's JUST SO HAPPY OH MY GOD LOOK WHAT I DID!
[15:51] Me: hahaha
[15:51] Me: ... "LOOK WHAT I DID" qft

Taken from [Sunny Silverunicorn]'s diary, who took it from [Adaman]'s diary, who took it from [Pnelma Tirian]'s! :D

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself

Characters
Xanadi
Tarel
NightHawk Falconis
Elliaryn "Ryn" Ara som Keirr
Kurazarrh "Raza" "Riven" Ara som Keirr


Hello everyone. I have a few questions to ask all of you.
Xanadi: Aye, what might ye need?
Tarel: Ooh, Xanadi'ikellerothondriatalnarimiadar! Did you hear that? I get to talk about myself!
NightHawk: ...
Ryn: How can I serve?
Kurazarrh: I shall serve with respect.

How old are you?
Xanadi: 56
Tarel: 48
NightHawk: 127
Ryn: 112
Kurazarrh: 342

What do you like to eat?
Xanadi: Fish, but I can't seem to catch any.
Tarel: Oh, I like most anything. But the best food in the world HAS to be those cheese and tomato wraps you have in your world... what are they called? Oh, stromboli! Yeah!
NightHawk: I do not see the point in answering this.
Ryn: Salad.
Kurazarrh: Salad.

Do you have any interesting traits?
Xanadi: My half-brother and I have heterochromatic eyes... that ye might find interesting.
Tarel: Well, I'm entirely interesting, you know, but I like my eyes, like my brother said.
NightHawk: Be silent, human.
Ryn: I am a Blademaster, but that, I believe, is more interesting to me than it might be to you.
Kurazarrh: No.

Are you a virgin?
Xanadi: Yea, I am.
Tarel: Pfft! Xanadi REALLY needs to loosen up. Me? Hells, no.
NightHawk: ... no.
Ryn: Not anymore.
Kurazarrh: I cannot understand the relevance of this question, but no.

Who's your mate/spouse?
Xanadi: Well, Lady Chaneen and I are getting along rather well.
Tarel: But she's human. Anyway, I don't plan on sticking with one pretty girl for too long. Gotta snatch 'em all!
NightHawk: Lady Matriarch Anglarrah Domyhdra of Falconis.
Ryn: Sikki and I are considering marriage.
Kurazarrh: My wife, Qiiate.

Have you killed anyone?
Xanadi: Unfortunately, yes.
Tarel: Hahaha, why, there are dirty, dirty people in this world, and it's MY job to give them baths... that they happen to be in their own blood isn't really my problem.
NightHawk: ... Yes.
Ryn: Regrettably.
Kurazarrh: Death is unfortunate, but I have been the Angel of Death's servant in the past.

Do you hate anyone?
Xanadi: I like to think not.
Tarel: Xanadi's lying. But Dorian's dead. Hey! Stop hitting me!
NightHawk: (A better question would be, "Do you like anyone?")
Ryn: Hate is not an emotion one should feel toward others. But even I find my heart striking black marks over those who would bring harm unto others.
Kurazarrh: Hate does not a Blademaster make. But even Blademasters have emotions.

Have any secrets?
Xanadi: I like to think not, except those I keep from Tarel.
Tarel: My life is hardly a secret!
NightHawk: Why should I tell thee?
Ryn: I do not believe so.
Kurazarrh: Only those secrets that are necessary.

Do you love anyone?
Xanadi: Well... I... perhaps...
Tarel: Xanadi! Remember that note I wrote to you and Chan-chan? Come ON, you are SO banging her!
NightHawk: I do.
Ryn: Yes.
Kurazarrh: Yes.

What do you do to relax?
Xanadi: I enjoy fishing.
Tarel: ... But to date, he's only caught a minnow. Two whole inches. I like to go a-wenching. ^^
NightHawk: Leave me in peace.
Ryn: I enjoy meditation when alone, but around the home, Sikki and I spend time engaged in various activities or travels.
Kurazarrh: Meditation lowers my 240/180 blood pressure.

Some of the more amusing things people put in their bio, as well as some really poignant ones:

A white man yells to a black man. "Hey colored boy! You're blockin my view."
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"When I was born I was black,"
"When I grew up I was black,"
"When I'm sick I'm black,"
"When I go in the sun I'm black,"
"When I'm cold I'm black,"
"When I die I'll be black"
"But you sir..."
"When you're born you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun you turn red,"
"When you're cold you turn blue,"
"And when you die you turn purple."
"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

This one was inspired by AC/DC's "The Jack" as it was being played on 105.7 the X this afternoon. Go figure. XD I dunno, I just had a sudden desire to write something that was more of an allusion to Texas Hold 'Em than a direct implication, like in the song. Anyway, here 'tis:

On the Bluffs over Texas
Inspired by “The Jack” by AC/DC

We were two of a kind, the three, no four, no two of us, kind
Four I had just come off a girl who loved like spades, mean as my blind old auntie.
So I joined the club, recovering from her rough hand.
This one, though, and me, drove to an orchard, on a bluff o’erlooking the town and river,
Its banks turned white by the lace of the queen.
I gave her a diamond; she gave me her heart.
She wanted kids (I wasn’t sure, myself)—two girls, three boys; or the other way ‘round.
Either way, it’d be a full house, the hand
Full of us.
So she saw in the tree two pears, sitting pretty on their perch.
Hand over hand, I got those pears, and came down with a pear in each pocket.
Back up we went from the picnic quilt we had
Folded and packed, and our soup in the pot.
We took our two pears to the boughs of the tree, but she eight hers higher than me.
On the subject of love, she flushed bright red.
I held her hand but didn’t look; she wanted that full house, and I wanted to give it to her.
I think we got things straight, though, and before long,
We drove home, the pair of us, two of a kind.

Doesn't it suck when the person you really want to get to know better is very obviously avoiding you?

Whew... it was a while ago, but let's just say... another bullet dodged.

Quote from John ("Dywn"): "So, would you let me play as a multiclass warlock/monk who flies around, blasts people with his eldritch blast, and then pummels them with his fists? ... Name? Vegeta." LOL Dragonball sucks, but it was an amusing quote at one D&D session ^^

... Ware wa... niwa jin dewanai... Ware wa omoitachi no kami desu!

Whew... it's been exactly two months since my last post in this diary. I've started college and all, and find it just as dreafully boring as high school. The curriculum here apparently assumes that all incoming students have led utterly sedentary and socially-lacking lives up until this point and feels the need to teach us things we *should* already know. These would be things like how to talk, how to write, and how to read. Sorry if I sound a bit pompous, but didn't we all learn how to read starting at about age 5? And those of us in "wholesome" families, perhaps earlier? And writing naturally came only about a year behind that, and speaking! By the gods, I learned to speak before I could even form complex thoughts! As did we all, I sincerely hope. Unless you were raised by wolves and recently returned to civilization, that's probably the case.

In any event, I'm having less fun than I hoped and have more free time than I know what to do with. But I'm making progress. I've put the finishing touches on my novel, "Rose Prophecy" and am awaiting only a few proofreading sessions from various family members before I package it up and send it off to publishers, hoping I can get a foot in the proverbial door. But let me tell you, publishers really don't make it easy. All the big ones have the policy, "Don't come to us. We'll come to you," and in a few cases they accept manuscripts from agents, but never from the author. After spending many hours searching the Internet, I found two corporate publishers with adequate information about themselves on their website, as well as an invitation to prospecting authors. A whole two. And this isn't counting the vanity/subsidy publshers and print-on-demand publishers. I need something that doesn't cost money, because that's something I don't really have. I don't mean to make big bucks with my first submission, but if I do, yay for me.

In any case, I'm gonna see where these publishers take me. I hope one of them accepts my manuscript, though the one of them seems to be the type to say, "We'll publish your work as long as you have at least hal a brain." So, I hope I can say to look for my works on shelves soon. Wish me luck, hm?

So I've found this little twit on here who thinks that I'm too stupid to realize a film-ripped image when I see one. I'm busy warning him about it, but he insists that it took him one and a half years to TRACE an image from Cowboy Bebop and post it online. At 14 years of age, nobody has that patience anyway. But this picture, it's just a screenshot from one of the episodes. The little snot didn't even remove the DVD rip artifacts from it; you can see the screen cutoffs! I'm insulted. *fumes at stupid people*