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[07 Sep 2005|01:12am] |
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I'm so sick of this one. The name is unoriginal and utterly lifeless. Yes, it contains the words 'lesbian' and 'kiwi', but putting them together, as I've found, does not equal me. I'm much more complicated than that, and I needed a screen name that matched me a bit more. Something to ponder. A screen name does not scream out to the world who I am, as I don't do that myself.
So, all of you, head over and friends 'cranky__crocus'. That's two underscores.
I like the alliteration, as well as what it implies. You'll have to think about what it implies and how it relates to me on your own, though.
Apologies for the lack of updating. I will soon, fear not. School is back again the day after tomorrow, and my life will have a tighter schedule. That will help me.
Beware when entering cranky__crocus, though. The background has artistic nudity. I've given warning, I take no responsibility over what bad events happen when you open the livejournal and some wandering eye catches it. Don't bring any of your crap on that situation to me. You'll get one hell of a tounge lashing, and not in a kinky way.
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| Oh so perfect. |
[11 Aug 2005|07:01pm] |
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I was so happy yesturday and quite a bit of today. I did thirty minutes on a stationary bike (that's not what it's actually called, but it's a bike that's stationary where you lean back instead of sitting on a bicycle seat) yesturday. I did it again today. I'm doing it again tomorrow after PT. All at Hope's house.
I was invited to spend a whole day with Lisa, and then take care of her new puppy for a whole weekend. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I was ecstatic. Then I come home, call Lisa to say that my mother has said yes and just wants to hear the plans from the horse's mouth, and Lisa says she'll call back later because she's eating dinner. I could hear her chewing (not exactly pretty), so I knew it was true.
Then my mother brings up that Hope told her that when [Hope] and Lisa were together, whenever I called Lisa would lie about what she was doing to seem busy and not talk to me. I don't see how that makes sense, since she would always call me back and invite me over. It's not like she hates me. I'm the only one on the godsdamned street besides Sharon that doesn't hate her guts.
So now I have that and a few other things on my mind, and I'm not quite so happy anymore. Thanks, mom, for being such a witch. If you haven't noticed, I've abandoned my stoic tendancies and now have FEELINGS. Oh, and *gasp* a HEART. Or, I did. Thanks for tearing it out, ripping it in half, putting the halves in a tub of freezing ice water, and shattering the remains with a hammar. Just...fuck.
I don't think I have anything else to say. What else can I say after cussing when I'm not a very vulgar person? Whatever. I'm going to sojourn down to the Redman's to clear my mind. Hopefully Mum's words will soon turn nugatory. Screw that, I can't go. I have to sit here and wait for Lisa to call. If she doesn't call, I'm going to go ripshit. Completely.
EDIT A WHOLE YEAR LATER: I am a horrible person. I sort of just want to go crawl in a hold and cry. That part about having a heart? Apparently not true. Lisa is loved. I'm just an arse.
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| Just one more thing... |
[05 Aug 2005|06:57pm] |
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Stolen from Katy.
If you have anything to say to the person who posts this entry, say it to them. If you love them, tell them. If you hate them, tell them. Whatever you have to say to this person, even if it's something you're having trouble saying, if the person posts this entry, say it to them. You may never get a chance to, so just do it.
Warning: Do not post this unless you really want people to do it. Don't get mad at someone for being honest, when you just asked them to be honest.
I am currently a hopeless romantic prissy girl with butterflies batting around in her stomach. I'm not in the mood to have my feelings trod over, so I'll do this at some other point. Remind me and I will. Thank you for replying though, Nora.
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| Tipping the Velvet... |
[05 Aug 2005|06:40pm] |
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I'm going to post one of my favorite quotes from 'Tipping the Velvet' by Sarah Waters. Beware, it is quite mature, though not graphic. Two females, as well. If you don't like the combinations of the last statements I've made, don't read. And if you don't follow that direction, and read anyway, don't come whining to me after you've finished. Your problem, not mine.
( Socialist Conspiracy )
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| Rawr. |
[04 Aug 2005|01:35pm] |
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Taken from Hitomi's journal:
sasuke has been beaten brutaly...by kiwi. he stole her crutches and thus the results...
~Kiwi~
*glares at Sasuke* All right you gaudy sloth, it's time to play school.
A.) You've already STOLEN my crutches, thus you can't steal them AGAIN since you already HAVE them.
B.) I am not SLORE. I am a WHORE.
C.) I can climb trees.
*climbs up tree and throws Sasuke's stolen pointy things at him with deft speed and accuracy.*
And as a conclusion,
D.) I'm better than you because I'm a cynical lesbian and you're just a bimbo of a ninja.
Lesson over; you fail.
Kiwi: 1 Sasuke:0
Stay in tune!
-hito
Haha. I miss that girl. I wish we could hang out, but so far circumstances haven't been going our way. Bleh.
Oh, I'm going to the Cape today with Mum, Da, Ani, and (hopefully) Hope. Robert will probably be there. I think he's an in the closet gay guy. *shrugs* He's one awesome kid.
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| A bit to add. |
[02 Aug 2005|10:48am] |
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Okay, I'm feeling a bit better after waking up today. I've stopped neglecting my plants, I had been acting selfish for a while. So now I'm doing better.
I really want to do something social and get out of the house.
Anyway, I have something to add about my trip to Virginia. I saw Evan. Maisha Evan. It was pretty awesome, but we didn't get much time together. What time we did have also included the company of Merf, my brother, and at times the other people that were in the house. Ev, Merf, my brother, and I played sequence and pictionary after a bit of a tour.
He hugged me--and I let him. Gaspeth, eh? I've been starting to realize hugs aren't really a big deal, but that doesn't mean I'm going to change anything. Sure I *might* get a bit more touchy feely, but not much. I don't like it under most circumstances. I also don't plan on giving too many hugs, because then they will become meaningless. That's what I love about my hugs--when I give them, they *mean* something.
I can list all the hugs I've given this year/last year (during the school year).
1. Snoopy -- she needed a hug.
2. Mrs. Watson -- she gave me a bonsai for free, one of my dreams.
3. Lisa -- she'd been through a lot of crap, and I thought she deserved one. I hadn't been very appreciative up until then.
4. Sharon -- as much as the street doesn't approve of her, she went through a hard time, too.
There are more hugs that I've recieved, and possibly one or two more that I've given, but I listed what I can remember at the moment. I really think I'm missing one. Oh well.
Let's see...what are my plans for today? They won't work out, most likely. I really still want to clean up my room, and that won't take too long. I just need to find the vaccuum. Unpacking wouldn't be such a bad idea, either.
More gaia, of course. I'm currently gaia-obsessed.
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| Back--with more words of angst and sarcasm. |
[01 Aug 2005|09:16pm] |
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I'm really pissed at myself.
Issue A) (I've decided I'm not cool enough to number my issues, I have to give them a letter.) My schedule.
It's changed so much this summer, and it needs to stop. I'm either nocturnal or diurnal, not both! This is crazy. Currently I'm back in a nocturnal phase. That's fine by me, as long as I'm not being a pig about it...which brings me to Issue B.
Issue B) My being a pig.
The only thing I can think of that a pig would be doing that I'm not is mud rolling, and hey, I might take that up soon. My room is like a bathroom at a gas station with the shit, toilet, and smell replaced by clothing, alter, and axe body spray with a hint of insence. This is not how I want to live, and I need to get off my lesbian ass and clean my room. There, I'm scolding myself. Now this makes me happy.
On my alter, the main icon is currently a jar and bowl of salsa. Now hmm...that doesn't sound right. Oh yes, people, that's my religious/spiritual secret: I WORSHIP SALSA. MILD, HOMESTYLE RECIPE. So I need to clean up my alter along with the rest of my room as to not be disrespectful to whatever I believe in. No, actually, that's horsedung. I need to clean my alter so that I respect *myself* and am not living in some trucker's bathroom.
Issue C) The way I've been acting lately. Yes, I was accused of being a vampire lesbian/predator/converter, but that shouldn't have this much affect. I also happen to really want to reach Jean, and yet I can't. I have her home phone number at her Mom's and her cell phone number, and that's it. I've asked numerous people if they have her Dad's home number and address at her new house, and have yet to find it. I don't even know what town she's in, for green life's sake.
All right. I feel reasonably better after venting. Virginia was all right, until Merf came out at the end of the week. And even throughout the week, people wouldn't leave me alone and kept wanting me to be social. I like being solitary a lot when I'm on vacation, where as in their mind vacation = socialness. And getting drunk, too, I suppose. Whatever--leave me out of that crap. I just want to write, read, draw, and think, capice? Daydream, too. About someone. Damn, I shouldn't be, but I do it anyway.
So I'm still pissed about the Merf thing. She comes out to Lisa and I as bisexual, and then when she comes out to her mother it's "I'm sorry, mom, this might be hard, but you're just going to have to deal with it. I'm gay." AHEM. Sorry, what was that? "Deal with it" "I'm gay?" That's about as appropriate as going up to a nun and asking her to marry you. Not only is it a lie, but it's shoving it down her mother's throat! Sure I give her credit for coming out, I know it takes real guts--but also intelligence. That was not the way to go about doing it.
And when a thirteen year old comes out of the closet on vacation, where do they look? To the teen lesbian staying in the same room with her, of course! Even if this teen lesbian has a 'no touching' taboo and has shown no interest whatsoever in the other girl. She's thirteen! I'm not going to go about corrupting a thirteen year old--I wouldn't corrupt anyone! Yes, I am a vampire lesbian, but not in that way!
I need want to talk to Sharon and Lisa. Lisa, more importantly. Sharon is still the new girl on the block. She needs to earn my respect.
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[20 Jul 2005|09:38pm] |
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On Friday it's time for Virgina Beach. A lot of social gatherings, as well as more summer time with Brad. I haven't had decent alone time with Brad in quite a while. I hope we really are still as close as we were last summer. It'd be quite a disappointment if it was revealed that we aren't.
I'm attempting to rearrange my sleeping hours to make them less utterly chaotic. I currently stay up all night, take a walk at five AM, come home hours later, and then sleep around nine. I don't wake up until seven PM or later, and then the cycle starts over again. That isn't acceptable.
I hope to change so that I go to sleep at nine or ten PM and wake up at around five or six AM. That schedule works best for me.
I'm so sick of my mother. Does she need to tell me I'm a mean human? Does saying things like that make me want to be any kinder? She can't come in and start bashing me when she's the one confining and cageing me! So I'm picking the lock and getting myself a way out. So now I've got the door open, but no, I'm not busting ahead. I'm sitting here waiting patiently for *permission* to leave my confined area.
But no, instead she comes in and accuses my friend of stealing oxycoton (sp). That isn't right! Lindsay wouldn't do that. I don't get idiots for friends. Sure she does stupid friends, but I simply would not tolerate her doing drugs, smoking, stealing, or having sex anywhere near me! She has no reason to steal the medicine in my house, she doesn't do drugs, and she wouldn't take them home for her family. That isn't Lindsay. She's not a criminal, and that's the way my mother treats her!
My mother has been infuriating me all summer long. It's to the point where I don't even feel guilty snapping at her. Her guilt trips no longer have any effect at all. Infact, I can look her straight in the eye without even having the urge to look away.
We don't get along. At all.
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| Stupid, horrendous, awfully sculpted ears. |
[18 Jul 2005|07:39pm] |
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I have an ear infection in my left ear and swimmer's ear in my right year. That puts all the summers of my life in a nutshell. I my mind, summer = ear ouches.
Why? Why can't I ever get through a damn summer without either ending up in an emergency room at one in the morning crying about my ear or just having a throbbing ear when I'm swimming? I'm careful, too. I wear earplugs, I clean my ears, I stay out of water that obviously is not clean.
I've been pretty good, though. A lot of writing, swimming, Counting Crows, reading, and social stuff. But most importantly, quite a chunk of alone time, though not exactly enough.
Writing - Making a new roleplay, Rosethorn and Lark stuff, and a few original pieces. Haven't worked on my novel.
Swimming - Up in Maine (skinny dipping), and at the Redmans'. I'll do more up in Sandbridge, Virginia.
Counting Crows - I ripped Linschan's Counting Crows CD onto my computer, and then onto my iPod. I love that band. Also made a "Murder of One" banner.
Reading - Not Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, I think that's the title. In all honestly, I'm not all that excited. Yes, Rowling is a great writer, but she needs better editors. I remember a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes, and often it took me more time than I wanted to spend just understanding one sentance. Plus, I don't really like her plots all that much--or at least what I remember of them. Also to mention that I've heard good and bad things about the book, but mostly bad. I *will* read it, just not now.
I've also attempted to get through Tamora Pierce's Trickster's Queen. I've failed at that. I don't like her doublets as much as her quartets. It seems like she's going on and on, adding up to this big climax, and it comes eventually. Then it's over just as quickly. So I sit there, looking at the book, thinking, "Okay, was that like five pages?" That's never happened to me with any of her other books. I like the characters, sure, but I need to be able to enjoy the plot. I can't enjoy it if I don't remember it, can I? It just wasn't a memorable plot at all--I even forgot when one of the main characters died.
So instead I'm reading "Running with Scissors" which I've skimmed through, looking at chapter titles and a few sections of text. It's hilarious. I'm really liking it, and it's the type of book that I can just start reading a passage outloud and it's just as hilarious for everyone, so I don't have to explain everything that's going on. It's. Just. Funny. I love the book. Thanks, Hope. Tipping the Velvet AND Running with Scissors. I'm loving it.
Social stuff - I've seen a lot of Lins this summer. I want to see more of Makuchan. I've also spent a lot of time with the family surprisingly, and down at the Redmans. Even some time with Brad.
Alone time - I've had time to read, write, and draw. Even color my drawings Prismacolors.
I want Raven to sign on so I can get his address and send him his now very belated birthday pictures. Two of them, both fully colored with a background and everything. Amazing, eh? I also have my Briar picture done, and a picture of a topless female centaur with no background.
Okay, now that ya'll know I'm not dead, I'm going to stop adding to this horribly long entry. Night, folks.
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| Identity... |
[13 Jul 2005|02:52am] |
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Identity by Noboa Polanco
Let them be as flowers,
always watered, fed, guarded, admired,
but harnessed in a pot of dirt.
I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed,
clinging on cliffs, like an eagle
wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.
To have broken through the surface of
stone, to live, to feel exposed to the madness of the vast, eternal sky.
To be swayed by the breezes of an
ancient sea, carrying my soul, my seed,
beyond the mountains of time or into
the abyss of the bizarre.
I'd rather be unseen, and if then
shunned by everyone, than to be a
pleasant-smelling flower, growing in
clusters in the fertile valley, where
they're praised, handled, and plucked
by greedy, human hands.
I'd rather smell of musty, green stench
than of sweet, fragrant lilac.
If I could stand alone, strong and free,
I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed.
I found that today; I remember writing it down from my literature book. Dufault saw me writing it down to save for later use and shot me a knowing glance, saying something along the lines of, "I knew you'd like that one." I'd just remembered that now.
I adore that poem. It's so...true. That's really how I feel, nearly 100%. It's just so perfect in my eyes, even with the few flaws I've heard others point out. I don't know if I'm going to look at the author's other works, as I'm afraid I'll be dissapointed, after enjoying this poem so much.
I'm enjoying my days. Still more writing. No more specifics for you, loves.
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| Latest story, oh, and I'm back. (*Hi Kiwi*) |
[11 Jul 2005|02:44pm] |
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Yea, yea. I'm home. Lins chan is still over, and is spending another night here. Hair appointment tomorrow, I should be coming out of the building as a redhead. At least, more redheaded than I am currently.
I wrote a standalone Lark&Rosethorn fanfiction (shoujo-ai, obviously.) I guess I'll post it up here, though few of you will probably know what it actually means. I don't have the descriptions of the characters physical characteristics because I was sticking with the point that, "It's only going to make sense if the reader has read the book, anyway." Give it a shot anyway, I dare you.
Title: Shrunken Shirt.
Author: Kiwi/lesbian_kiwi.
Genre: Romance.
Rating: PG for suggestions of mature actions.
Summary: Rosethorn's temper is sparking up thanks to the sudden shrinking of her favorite shirt. She knows who to blame and where to find her, but suddenly doesn't know how to reply.
Author's Notes: Again, could be difficult if the reader hasn't read the Circle of Magic and the Circle Opens series. No real physical descriptions.
Canonical femmeslash.
( Shrunken Shirt. )
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| Up to Maine. |
[01 Jul 2005|10:00am] |
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I'm off to Maine. I'll have the cell phone, so if you want to call then do so after nine on weekdays or any time (well, not in the morning: you know I won't be up) on the weekends.
I don't have the address here, so no letters. I could add it when I get up there, as there is a laptop with internet connection, but I don't want to be using that much. I was on it constantly last time, this time I have the intent to draw, write, read, and possibly play video games.
If any of you have requests for drawings (oh, please do), comment on this update with the request. I'll check it from time to time while I'm up there, and hopefully have the pictures done when I get back. Da already promissed to have the scanner up and running when we get back.
Happy early fourth, even though I'm not a fan of the holiday myself. Fireworks are pretty, anyway.
EDIT: The cell phone number is 1-617-875-7929.
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| Pride Flag, moron. |
[28 Jun 2005|01:21pm] |
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My grandmother is a dolt.
Grammie: *walks in, gives laundry, etc.* *looks up at wall* Oh! What a nice flag! Who is it for?
Me: It's mine.
Grammie: Isn't it a national flag or something?
Me: No.
Grammie: It's just a piece of cloth? It's very colorful. *leaves room*
Me: *palmforehead*
It was my pride flag. The huge ass rainbow flag I got at Gay Pride and tacked onto my wall. *sigh*
I think I'm going to call Brad and see if he wants to get together and watch a movie or something. I want to get out of the house and Movie Theater's are COLD.
Then I'm going to read 'She's Come Undone' because Hope left it here for me.
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[27 Jun 2005|09:59pm] |
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I'm not dead.
Men are the scum of the earth. I despise them, hate them, wish them dead. My most dominant thought when talking to most of them is to have someone other than myself castrate them. But what kills me the most is to know that at some point or another, they are needed.
No. I wasn't raped.
I'll have a better, more appropriate entry up later. Guys have just been pissing me off lately.
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| Blue Rhapsody... |
[17 Jun 2005|11:37pm] |
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I accidentally wrote a song. I saw a commercial for 'Rhapsody' the music program while doing my Ami/Setsuna shoujoai fic. So I thought to write a little song clip called 'Blue Rhapsody' for the fic, since they go to a restaurant and I thought it could be a piano bar. One of Ami/Mercury's attack is Aqua Rhapsody or something, so it made sense. Instead I ended up with this:
Blue Day Rhapsody
When the sky is turning gray,
And you’re feeling mentally unacceptable.
There’s nothing left to do,
Besides learn a new way to see things.
Running from the view of the public,
What they say and what they really could think.
It will never be your fault,
For any attack or assault they bring.
Just turn your head and say,
That you’re feeling mighty gay.
It’s a blue day rhapsody,
Just smirk and retort with some parody.
Then the skies will all move on,
And you can see the girl to which you’re drawn.
Never with a doubt,
State your attraction with a shout.
Just turn your head and say,
That you’re feeling mighty gay.
It’s a blue day rhapsody,
Just smirk and retort with some parody.
When she turns to you and says,
‘Oh don’t be such a les,” with a grin,
You can walk to her and stand
Before lifting up her hand just to prove it.
Just to prove it.
She can stroke your palm with pride,
And take you for a ride just to prove it.
Just to prove it.
Just turn your head and say,
That you’re feeling mighty gay.
It’s a blue day rhapsody,
So just smirk and retort with some rainbow parody.
Today was a normal day, and I talked on the phone with Makuchan forever. We have the goal to write a ton this weekend, and she's going to work on her Love Hina story with the three of us (Linschan included) in it. She's having a writing's block, so she can't start anyone new. I hope to finish my Ami/Setsuna and then start my Missing person challenge.
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| School quizes.. |
[17 Jun 2005|01:36pm] |
...They were in Safi's journal so I stole a few and did them. Computers next; and I'll still be miffed. Dana is a great dolt and Lindsay is ditzy. I want to shred their skin and puncture it slowly with pins before hanging it over a window until it's dry. Then I'll crumble it so it falls to the floor like dust. The rest of them goes to albino lions.
| Your Expression Number is 7 | Very intelligent, you are usually thinking, introspecting, or analyzing.
You have a good mind, and you are especially good at finding out the truth.
Very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding.
You tend to obsess over wisdom and hidden truths.
You are likely to become a authority on any subject you undertake.
Operating on a different wavelength, most people don't know you that well.
Very logical and rational, at times you tend to lack emotion.
So much so, that you often have times coping with emotional situations.
You are not very adaptable - you may tend to be overly critical at times. |
*smirks* I tried every name I have and could think of; none of them were 'me'. So I put in Rosethorn for my first name, and that's what I got. More correct than any other out there.
Your #1 Love Type: INFP | The Idealist
In love, you crave a long term, harmonious relationship.
For you, sex doesn't come quickly - it takes time for you to open up.
Overall, you are supportive, nurturing, and expressive.
However, you tend to be shy and protective of your personal space.
Best matches: ENFJ and ESFJ |
Your #2 Love Type: INFJ | The Protector
In love, you strive to have the perfect relationship.
For you, sex is nearly a spiritual experience, a bonding of souls.
Overall, you have high expectations for any relationship you're in.
However, you tend to hold back a part of yourself.
Best matches: ENTP and ENFP |
Both say I hold my personal space dear, and that's true. The other stuff I'll have to find out. I my head it seems true, but I won't know until it happens.
Your Deadly Sins
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Pride: 40%
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Envy: 20%
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Greed: 20%
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Gluttony: 0%
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Lust: 0%
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Sloth: 0%
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Chance You'll Go to Hell: 23%
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You will die in prison, in a puddle of your own blood. |
Can't you come up with a better death? That's so unoriginal.
Your Birthdate: February 22 |
While sometimes employing unorthodox approaches, you are capable of handling large scale undertakings.
You assume great responsibility and work long and hard toward completion.
Often, especially in the early part of life, there is rigidity or stubbornness, and a tendency to repress feelings.
Idealistic, you work for the greater good with a good deal of inner strength and charisma.
An extremely capable organizer, but likely to paint with broad strokes rather than detail.
You are very aware and intuitive.
You are subject to a good deal of nervous tension. |
I'm not intuitive; at least I don't believe I am anymore. Nervous tension? I have that once in blue moon. Not very often.
*growls*
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| Updating after a long while. |
[13 Jun 2005|08:30pm] |
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I've been neglecting my livejournal again. *pets it* I've only updated when I'm on a sugar high. This is not good. I'm surprised I can keep good grammar when all I can think about is giggling and wondering why 'meese' isn't a word.
How can I say anything intelligent when my main thoughts have to do with the 'word' (all right, Varg caught me here, but if you look above you can tell quite clearly that I'm aware meese *isn't* a word) meese? I can't, that's the problem. Ohhh well. Sugar is still tasty.
Gay Pride Pararde was awesome. I don't think I'm going to go further than that, because I want all of you to go and see how amazing it is on your own. I did get a lot of rainbow products, including a huuuge pride flag that I tacked up to my wall.
I've been somewhat busy lately. I'm currently going through the Circle of Magic series and getting anything to do with Rosethorn. I have to work on a piece for a challenge due on July third soon. It's a 'Missing Person' piece. So I have to find information on Lark, Rosethorn, and a few other characters so I can properly portray them.
Why am I so dedicated to a mere *fanfiction*? I have no idea. Maybe writing has a bigger priorety in my life than I thought. I'm going to ask my teachers if I could possibly ever have a future in it, though I won't follow that path even if I do have a future there.
Sorry for my awful spelling in this update. I may sound more intelligent than most when he or she is on a suger high, but my mind is still racing and hopping from wall to wall unmercifully. I'm going to have a killer headache later on. Something to look foreward to.
But really, I can hear thunder. I can' help but smile at that. I might possibly don my bathing suit and lie out on the trampoline when it rains.
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Chipper.
Crazy.