| One week dead |
[Feb. 25th, 2006|03:44 pm] |
it's been a week since i got out of the hospital. i still have my wristband on. to tell the truth i didn't want to leave. havenwyck is just to easy to be thrown out and adjust to real live again. i miss colleen a lot, and i'm really worried about her. i wish she'd call me, tell me she's ok. kirsty hasn't called either, and i wonder if she was just playing me because i'm hot. i've got caitlin and nikole's e-mail adress and i still have to get around to mailing them.
last saturday, the day i got out, me and my dad went to great lakes crossing (a really big mall) and we bought a bunch of stuff. then sunday we went to aj wright and i got some new bras and undies. monday my therapist came over, tuesday we did nothing, wendsday we went to steves, red lobster, and best buy and i got an all american rejects cd, thursday nothing, and friday we didn't have school so me and frank hung out all day. today we're suposed to go to the movies as a family and ashy is coming. |
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| project runway |
[Jan. 25th, 2006|11:41 pm] |
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project runway is like the best show next to law and order. my money's on santino -_' |
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| hot people |
[Jan. 21st, 2006|10:29 pm] |
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i saw a lot of hot people today. me and frank went to this place thats kinda like a flea market. he looked at sharp pointies a lot. i looked at guys. its amazing how many hot people there are in the world that you could pay to have sex with.
and frank bought me incense sticks |
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| yay! |
[Jan. 18th, 2006|04:41 pm] |
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erica is found! i went into my room right after school and tiger was just sitting on the floor (and she never does that) so i asked her what she was looking at. just looked at me the looked back at whatever she was. it was my binder that i put on top of ericas cage so she doesn't push it up. so i lifted it up and out dropped Miss Erica. she was very angry at Tiger i think and slithered away as fast as she could. but i grabbed he by the tail and pulled her back to me. i shoed tiger away and erica went between my legs for safeness. then frank picked her up and put her back in her cage. now she is happily in her rock ^__^ but i did lose my money today somehow so i'm still a little pissed.
what i leared today: chickens dont have to have sex to lay eggs! i did not know this. i guess chickens lay eggs like girls have periods, only more often. so they have eggs all the time but they only have fertilized eggs when they have sex. it is the weirdest thing ever but its true.
i'm trying to get my CW teacher to let me be his indepndent study for next year. he used to teach in japan so he knows japanses, but he's getting rusty. so i thought it's be a good thing for both of us. i want to have an IS with mr kest and mrs au and be a TA for mr graham and the school liberarian. my friend jake said that if you have the right cousler it shouldn't be too hard to do.
i want pizza. wait, i'm eating pizza. i want pizza hut pizza. that's the shiznet yo. |
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| frantic frantic |
[Jan. 18th, 2006|07:35 am] |
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i cant find erica! she isn't in her tank and i looked all over my room. i'm really worried and i want to find her but i have to go to school. frank is late, to top that, and didn't call me to wake me up. i'm worried, i'm frantic, and i kinda wanna cry ;-; i really hope erica isn't stuck or hurt or cold or dead. i hope shes ok... |
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| gay boys |
[Jan. 18th, 2006|12:40 am] |
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i'm watching boys get married on tv. and i'm talking to master. ah, i found DIC on here. i added him. but he wont add me back because he hates me. or because he doesn't know who i am. oh well. as long as i get to talk to master. he's an hour and a half away from being married for the rest of his life. i love gay boys. they're so cute. |
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| trogdor |
[Jan. 16th, 2006|08:40 pm] |
i guess it's trogdors 3 year birthday. that's awsome. i love trogdor. i think i'll go add it to my intrest list.
trogdor |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 16th, 2006|07:15 pm] |
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i finished a book today. i started it yester. it was pretty good 'cept for the way it was set up. i didn't like that much. nothing really to say, i guess. |
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| One fateful day |
[Jan. 15th, 2006|12:49 am] |
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so i was bored today. i'm bored everyday. but you didn't know that til just now so i dont really have to tell you again for a while. anyway, i was looking for something so post on pyf (http://pyf.clicdev.com/f/index.php?act=idx) and i found some old files i didn't know i had. amoung them was this short little FF7/FF10 cross i made a while ago. it's called "one fateful day" do enjoy.
It was one fateful day at the sets of Final Fantasy VII and X during the break for the actors. Seymour (FFX) was walking along, trying to read his script as he went to get a cup of java. Sephiroth (FFVII) had (conveniently) already poured the sweet hot liquid, for he had added a many a spoonfuls of sugar to the concoction, and was turning to walk back to his pretty chair with his name sewed fancily on it when he ran straight into the blue-haired beauty. And so our story begins:
Sephiroth: Oh, sorry about that.
Seymour: No, no, it’s alright, I wasn’t watching where I was going.
Sephiroth: *grabs some paper towel and hands it to Seymour*
Seymour: Oh, thank you. *takes the paper towel and dries self off*
Sephiroth: Are you ok? That stuff’s kind of hot.
Seymour: Yes, I’ll be fine. And you?
Sephiroth: *already has paper towel and is drying self off* Yeah, I’m fine.
Seymour: *mutter* Yes you are…
Sephiroth: What?
Seymour: Oh, nothing. Aw, damn it! My script is ruined!
Sephiroth: Aw, that’s a shit. I’d give you mine but I don’t think you’d want it.
Seymour: …*stare* …
Sephiroth: What?!
Seymour: Oh, nothing. Though I do appreciate the courtesy.
Sephiroth: Well you go ahead and appreciate it all you want *mutter* Just cause you’re really tall … *stare* Um, nice hair.
Seymour: Why, thank you. Yours is very … “nice” as well.
Sephiroth: Oh, thanks. You really think so? It’s kind of hard to style sometimes…
Seymour: Oh, yes, it’s very meticulous indeed. And I do agree, but the anguish of the work is very well rewarding, don’t you concur? And you’re overcoat, my that is a nice touch!
Sephiroth: *almost smile* Thanks. Yours is eerily ominous too. You the villain?
Seymour: Afraid so. Ah, what a cruel hand my agent has dealt me! But the job does pay rather well and I get to “marry” and kiss a quite fine young lady. But the hero! The ignorant little baka!
Sephiroth: I know how you feel. The spiky-haired…
Seymour: …yellow-maimed…
Sephiroth: …back-stabbing…
Seymour: …woman-steeling…
Sephiroth: …oversized-sworded…
Seymour: …tight-assed…
Sephiroth: …short little…
Seymour/Sephiroth: …brat! *they stare at each other*
Seymour: . . . so, maybe we could, you know, go over our scripts together.
Sephiroth: That’s sounds like it’d be quite invigorating.
Seymour: Indeed… May I have directions to your trailer?
Sephiroth: Of course, let me right it down for you.
Seymour: Thank you. I suppose I’ll see you after the shoot.
Sephiroth: Of course. Well that’s my call. I’ll see you very soon.
Seymour: Ta ta. *watches Sephiroth walk away* Damn nice ass… |
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