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Saturday, December 7, 2002
09:20 p.m.
My Day... an essay by Andrea Klassen
So... my day started off rather nicely. That is, it didn't. Instead of rising at some ungodly hour (ungodly hour= single digit hour) I chose to get up around 11:30.
Although, if you wanna get really technical about it, I had a good day around 12:00 last night. Chapter 12 is finally DONE. I'm not exactly happy with the ending- or with Darley's whole character... but I can revise at a later date.
Anyway, then I played FFIX for about 2 or three hours. ^_^;;; Well, not quite... but... Anyway, I've decided to screw the storyline for a while again and play everyone's favorite sidegame... Chocobo Hot & Cold!
...ok, yes. I know I'm delusional. But I enjoy it.
Anyway, I was then forced to put up an Xmas tree which kept trying to fall over on my head and kill me. Then I decorated it, which was a lot more fun/less deadly.
Then I went shopping. Though I did not, unfortunately, buy a shrubbery. Instead I bought her gift (after she left ^_^), decided what I'm getting Dan, and bought a gift for Cheri (Though I'm just thinking of gloming her and Dad's presants together into one thing. Who knows?)
Then went to (surprisingly) Treasure Planet. Even more (surprisingly) it was... good. Pretty damn good actually. I was really surprised. Which shouldn't come as a surprise to those who've heard my 'uninspired cash-cow'-esq rants. But it was inspired. And funny. And the animation was oh-so pretty.
I mean, it wasn't El Dorado or anything. But it was good. It had good charaters, and moments of real humor. Some stuff pissed me off, but nothing major. I just have vauge memories of unsatisfied moments. The animation (I realize I'm repeating myself, but...) was infinately better than Atlantis. Kind of an unusual style for Disney, as of late. Jim's hair was cooooooool. And the way they did the tears, and crying of any sort. To quote Keanu, "Woah."
I must say I liked the way they portrayed Silver. I was worried it was going to be some 2-D baddie thing, but they got close to the heart of that whole movie: the father-son relationship that developes between Jim and Silver- which is what I always liked about the other versions of Treaure Island I've glommed onto over the years.
Thing is, though, I've never managed to finish the actual book. It's weird. I like Treasure Island but can't stand the prose style. Muppet Treasure Island, on the other hand...
What can I say? I'm a sucker for Tim Curry.
And finally...
"Two households, both alike in dignity. In fair Verona where we lay our scene. Their youngish brood -- entering puberty, do meet and marry though they're both fourteen!"
-Sound & Fury, Fakesperian Players
Woot.
Friday, December 6, 2002
06:47 p.m.
Mommy & Daddy's got the best cocaine, Ritalin's never gonna feel the same...
Twenty-four hours on an empty brain,
I got my finger on the trigger and you're in my way...
Well, not actually... but kinda close. I hate being sick. Hate it. I came really close to passing out/throwing up/something in some direction in drama. Had to go kneel on the bathroom floor for a while and dip my head in the sink. Blarg.
Putting stuff back on the 'puter. Not everything took to the disk right, and I've had to delete some stuff. Grr... luckily nothing I can never replace.
That reminds me (for some reason) must get Corel from someone. I should call dad. But i'm not gonna right now. Later...
I really hope all the chapters still work. I'm the only person w/ a copy of 12, and the newest Ollie/Frell stuff. ~gulps~ I'd be sooooo screwed over if anything happened to them.
I'd like to point out to C that she's a better friend than she gives herself credit for. She's heard more of my ranting than anyone, possibly even Stephen. I don't think I could take that much sheer dialouge from another person w/out smacking them one. ^_^;;
Got a call from K tonight. She's at her aunt's now, and seems ok. Well as ok as anyone could possibly be after... Bleh, not going there. I haven't been to a funeral since I was in fifth. And then I went to 2 in th space of a semester. It's shitty, and not fun, and there's no such thing as a good funeral except one that doesn't involve you or anyone you care about.
Anyway... back to... normalacy? Nah...
You are Now Entering Andrealand
population: 1
Motto: There's always a snappy remark to be made
Woot. Buh.
I want to write, but have no writing program. I s'pose I could always use Wordpad, though... If anyone else comes on I will. If not... there's Percy/Oliver fic to be had... ~drools~
Hey, in the words (or werds) of Dan 'i-chan' Sali, "Whatever floats your boat."
Just be glad it's not Yugi-oh yaoi people. ^_^
Oh, and on a closing note, so I don't loose this thought:
"Now the main aprt of our course will be spent studying the Empress Onella, and her glorious rise to power-" the instructor was interrupted by Adrienne, who had never quite gotten the hang of the 'put your hand up before you comment' school of thought.
"What would you classify the government as anyway? I'm guessing not a democracy from the whole 'empress' thing, hey?" the redhead turned to Cianna, who was sitting next to her. "Monarchy? Dictatorship? Despot?"
Theinstructor was staring at her as though she'd just announced her intentions to marry a large mouthed sea bass. "What are you talking about?"
"It sounded like she was talking about governments to me." Cianna added.
"The whole power to the people, we make the rules, capitalist pig thing vs. the let's beat down our country with a stick thing. You know."
"Actually," Ciann said, looking at the man, "I don't think he does."
"You might be right."
"I try. Hey, how about fascism? DO you guy know that one?" The rest of the class was one big blank look. "...guess not."
"Well, I guess not everyone gets 97% in Social Studies 10."
"YOu're bragging again, Adrienne." Cianna said elbowing the redhead in the ribs.
"How about... rebellion?"
The entire classroom went deadly silent, except for the clatter of a book the teacher dropped hitting the floor. Twenty pairs of accusing, horrified eyes stared at them.
"You know, I think they know that one."
"Good, we can cross it off the list. Now, how about 'cow'?"
Cianna mooed.
The instrcutor was shaking with rage. "OUT!" he yelled, pointing at the door. "OUT NOW!"
"Out where?" Cianna's question, unfortunately, did nothing for the man's mood.
"Principal of Discipline's office! NOW!"
"So..." Arienne asked, as they walked out of the class building and into the warm fall sunshine, "Any idea where the office is?"
"Nope."
Friday, December 6, 2002
02:00 p.m.
Sociality
Here I sit... at my computer... in Social 20. As Stephen and I discuss which 3rd and 1st world countries have maganged to 'keep it in their pants' so to speak. Cuba has, France doesn't. ~_^
Almost didn't come to school today.
because of English
Although, contrary to popular (Stephen's) belief, I was actually sick. But I dragged myself out for Chem... and am almost having... fun.
I miss Katelynn, though. I hope she's having... I s'pose fun isn't really the right word. But I hope she's doing ok.
Anyway... yeah. Woot.
I have a copy of Final Fantasy IX and so my life has shifted back into semi-focus again. I may actually beat the game before I die...
Must go now, and let Stephen pick my IMood.
Werd.
Thursday, December 5, 2002
04:58 p.m.
Hey...
"Ah, Winter. The season for good will, peace between all men and antidepressants."
-From All I Want for Christmas
So very very true...
...at least the puter works again.
Werd.
Monday, December 2, 2002
04:23 p.m.
The Annual Yearbook Entry
Well, here I sit, pondering my place in the universe.
Or, to be more specific: Here I sit, doing nothing and drinking Cherry Coke. But- I finished the Mousetrap page! Woot!
Anyway, Daniel and I have been abandoned by Katelynn, and Christiana, who have gone off to do oh-so-important Math work. Without me. Cause i'm not in math.
...
HA!
Daniel says, "Tif-riffic!"
Anyway... Tomorrow is Tuesday. And Tuesday means... Mmph! ~is stifled from joyous proclimation by her better judgement, who knows no one really wants to hear it~
Soooooo.... going to take a quiz:
Which Jake Gyllenhaal Character Are You?
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Take the Diablo II Character Test.
My name is Andrea... I kill people. ^_^
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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Wow... I'm not a narcissist anymore. Darn.
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| 24% chance Clinton would kill you. | | 66% chance he would sexually harass you. | | 52% chance you would kill them. |
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I think I'm amused now...
What type of vampire are you?
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Dun dun dun...
Sunday, December 1, 2002
09:40 p.m.
Frickin' Brilliant
My life is suddenly really, really cool.
I passed my driver's test yesterday (only 40 demerits!) and am now lisenced to kill- er... drive... So dad let me take the car out cruisin' today. I think that driving alone for the first time might be up there in cool rushes and sensations. I think I finally understand what Matt was saying about driving and serenity. It's really cool. Just driving by yourself with the music as loud as you want, and maybe singing along, and maybe stopping and parking and walking around and then getting back in. Whatever you want. Freedom.
I don't think I've felt the free, that independant in a while. It's nice, for once, not to have to think about school, and friends, and life. Just to drive...
Er... anyway. Today was pretty good in other aspects too. I watched The Skulls with dad and Cheri. Not the world's best movie, but intensely amusing. And the camera work was REALLY nice. And there was some serious chemistry between Luke and Kaleb.
Seriously, total slash movie. I mean, with all that talk about the two of them being 'soulmates', and those puppy dog looks from Kaleb... well, come on...
Oh, and one more tiny, trivial thing. Ok, actually two.
1) Percy/Oliver! Mwah!
and...
2) WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!! (with absence of 'H'. HA.)
Friday, November 29, 2002
10:21 p.m.
I am a Rabid Badger- of Insanity!
Ye-ah... don't ask.
I found this cute little moose cleaing up tonight. Very happy- just a little plush about 2 inches big. I shall name him Joey.
Joey... THE WNODER MOOOSE!!!!
*coughs*
er... yes. Woot. With the absence of 'h'.
becuase. That is why.
Friday, November 29, 2002
09:50 p.m.
Hn...
Who would've thought that cleaing your room would thereputic? Yeah, well, it is. Enough candles can do anything. ^____^
Anyway, today was alright, but kind of boring and very stressy- depite the fact that I did nothing. For which I, of course, feel guilty. But I do not care becasue I am, fonr once, in a very nice, good mood and I will not spoil it.
Volleyball turned out to be kinda fun. I scorekept (score-kept? Score kept? anyway...) with a girl named Alex who was nice and seemed to think I was funny (a plus- a lot of people just run... ~_^) and we got to watch a lot of guys continously defy gravity. I wish I could jump that high.
The one major downfall was my scoreboard hated me and the rings holding one of the the numbers broke. Then the numbers started falling off. Then the ref started making fun of me. Well, actually that was amusing as hell, now that I think of it. Alex, to her credit, was not scared out of her wits when I started berating the scoreboard.
Cheered for the wrong team, though. The Notre Dame Cougars lost by 1 point in the 3rd game. Too bad, they were cooler. And kinda cute. This one guy looked like a blonde Elijha Wood. Seriously, blonde, floppy Frodo-hair. And another guy was- I swear- the volleyball player equivalent of Savin. Think the lead singer of the Strokes minus about 10 years.
COme to think of it... almost everyone onthe team had floppy hair... I wonder if it's a Notre Dame thing? ~considers investigating, switching schools/cities if true~
Then walked home, which was nice. I took a couple of park shortcuts and stargazed for a while. Then I got home and things went downhill for a while. Just bored, and kind a lonely. But not in the mood to do anything about either.
Then, bizzarly, I started dusting. And I rearranged my whole desk (took me about an hour & a 1/2) listened to some CDs, and ended up with a really cool new set-up. It turns out my obsession with buying and then not burning candles in grade 5 paid off. Pretty...
Which leads us here. I fell pretty good about the world.
Go figure.
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
03:59 p.m.
Proof
Final Cast for Andrea Klassen's production of Proof:
Cathrine: Kezia Sonntag
Hal: Turner... uhm... Turner
Claire: Carla Hopkins
Robert: Aaron Gilchrist
Now... commence the stressing. I hope this works. I hope this works. I hope this works. I hope this works. I hope this works. I hope this works. I hope this works. I hope this works. I hope this works...
But, despite what I say... It should.
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
09:43 p.m.
Quiz. Yes, Again. Shut up.
What's your sexual appeal?
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Tuesday, November 26, 2002
08:45 p.m.
My Essay...
music: Bleed American- Jimmy Eat World
Ok, so. Today started off pretty good. I just about missed my bus- but I looked good (*sigh* I've become a fashion obsessive. 80's punk meets modern fantasy geek. Heh...). I got to school- Stephen's back from his one day sick leave. And Matt hung out with us, which made my (giddy) day.
Yeah, yeah... what grade am I in again? 7th? Anyway, English passed pretty well, due to my CD player and residual giddiness. The quiz we took was bullshit, as always. But today I found some stuff to make up, and filled waaaay too many pages with counter-shit. ^_^
I win.
Lounged aring in TA, ate ice cream, talked to C.
Chem was much the same a English without the petty annoyances of crappy teachers and stupid comprehension questions. No homework, which s'is always a plus.
Lunch was... whatever. Fine, nothing especial. But not painful, and i finished the Adrienne chara sketch. That leaves Talli, Danika, Stuart, Saniko, and the Eternal, wh. is sitting in the background, stuck in the dirt. ~_^
Oh, and I kept making fun of Dan. I'm pretty sure she still has a thing for an unmentionable blonde. But I'm not saying anything. At least, not to her or Stephen. They can figure it out or fuck it up as they see fit.
Anyway... Social was... I don't know. I remember nothing about the class. I don't think we learned anything, which is just as well since I still have two chapters to read. HEh... Oops. ^_^;;;;
Then what was supposed to be the best clas of the day was. Well, stalled, at least. No Matt. Possibly not for five days. Shitty. And I don't just mean for me. I mean for him. This is a bad time to be suspended. And the guy seems to be going through so much shit right now. Plus I can't talk to him, one b/c he's not there. Two b/c I don't know his number- if he'd got one right now. He knows mine, but I'm never home, or the line's tied up.
And I can't mention it to my parents- at least, not my mom. I don't know about my dad. I don't really think of him as a governing parent. Custody arrangements do that to you.
But, on topic here's why I can't tell my mom:
Me: Matt's not in school right now. He got suspended because someone was smoking pot on the Dracula trip, and he went out to smoke. Smoke as in a cigarette, I mean. Matt doesn't do the pot thing, besides I sat next to him he whole play, and I woulda smelled pot. Hell, I was holding his hand, I think I'd know.
It was probably some of these grade ten and nine guys. A bunch of them went out and bought bongs and drug stuff. Matt just happened to be in the wrong place.
So, after my similarily worded argument, the reaction would be like this...
Mom: You're going out with a drug addict?
Andrea: No... mom... He's not a druggie, just a nicotine freak with bad timing.
Mom: Andrea, you're too trusting. (or some variation on why my very logical argument is full of the brown stuff)
Andrea: No I'm not! It took me three months to tell my best friend you guys were divorcing! I barely tell my friends anything! (sorry guys... gotta work on that) Mr. Bevan doesn't even seem to think he did it, as I understand- and he was on the trip.
Mom: < insert shit about breakups, drugs and shit >
She never hears the important part of what I say. She misses the point. -_____- I know I'm the last person who should really complaim, but I can't stand [hate] my mom a large portion of the time lately.
So... praying for divine intervention to get him back early. Poor dude.
So, I have a cast for my play:
Kezia
Turner
Carla
Aaron
I'm thinking about doing Proof, one of the most amazing plays I've ever read. It's funny, and heartbreaking, and... real. I think Bevan wants me to do Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolfe?, but it's gonna have to top Proof by a mile before I'll consider it. I think I know how I'd cast Proof, though i'm a little stuckon the set... hmm... ah well, I'll finish at least the one tonight.
Stop thinking about it, Andrea...
Anyway, on a different note I somehow won the Highest Achievement in English 10 award tonight. Don't know how i pulled that off, since I kind of hate English... BUt I have $100 so now I might actually be able to get some decent Xmas gifts for everyone. No idea what, though...
Anyway... gonna read and stuff. Lata.
This Concludes the Ranty Portion of Our Text
Monday, November 25, 2002
04:19 p.m.
More Quizzes!
What Kind of Coffee are You? by Medox
Well, most of the time...
I think that's a good thing...
Monday, November 25, 2002
04:01 p.m.
I'm at Yearbook. So.... Quiz time!
What main character on Daria are you most like?
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How silly are you?
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Werd!
Oh, and font color=blue>here's a really cool link. Woot! I look soooooo... evil. MWAH!
Sunday, November 24, 2002
09:41 p.m.
Excerpt-ness...
music: What a Wonderful World- Louis Armstrong
"From there he had a clear view of the neighboring bunk and the moonlight, in its oh-so-helpful way, decided to take a break from shining in his eyes and instead fell on Frell's face. The other boy twitched, then turned, curling up so he was facing Olander.
The redhead felt something in his chest lurch. He shuffled himself forward on the bed until his feet were hanging over the edge. The gap between the beds was only about a foot wide, and he reached out a hand without even thinking. His fingertips brushed against Frell's cheek, and he pulled away sharply, with a sharp gasp that seemed to ring in the suddenly too quiet room.
It was a few minutes before he worked up the nerve to reach out his hand again. His heart thundered in his chest and his hands trembled as he cautiously traced the line of Frell's cheekbone with one finger..."
Yeah, there's lead up and follow up. But that's for another day...
Sunday, November 24, 2002
09:33 p.m.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday...
"You can hide but you can't... hide."
Cows are my friends! Er... what? Anyway, spent the evening at C's watching Zim and various TV. T'was fun, even if it meant I kind of blew off dad. Oh well, it would've meant watching the Grey Cup.
Yeah, wrote more of the Ollie/Frell thing. It's finally hitting the slightly romantic stage. C'ept I don't quite like the was the last bit ended.
Heh... read something on the Nova Next forum I must use to analogize here.
Kryss, Andrinor, and Dariol walk down the right side of the street, making sure not to look at each other, talking about sports and (in Dariol's case) flexing their muscles every so often.
Olander walks down the left side of the street, with pictures of Frell and Raine Maida in his wallet. ;)
Frell walks right down the middle of the street, regardless of oncoming traffic...
BEEEEPP...
No Frell! Watch out for the semi!!! Noooooooooo!
X_X
PIGGY! I LOV-ED YOU PIGGY!
ahem... anyway.
Saturday, November 23, 2002
02:07 a.m.
Ooooooooh....
Ok. I officially love Nova Next Exit. So very very... cool. It's funny, but there's a story to it. And the art's awesome and Crive and Four absolutely rule! I think i scared mom, I was laughin so hard. Awesome.
Friday, November 22, 2002
07:51 p.m.
To Do...
1. Social Essay
2. Title page for said essay
3. Drama Project (at least some typing)
4. O/F Spin Off or Ch. 12
I might just get to it...
Friday, November 22, 2002
07:47 p.m.
~yawns~
music: I'm Still Here- Johnny Reznick... who is not a hot as Robby Taneck
Just slept two hours. Blah... still tired. Anyway. Must work on essay. Ess-aaaaaaay. Woot.
Oh, and don't ask about the IMood. It's Stephen's fault. He wrote it up. -____-;;
On another tangent entirely... -_______- <--- this face really reminds me of Quinna. *sighs* Is that FF9 withdrawl I hear?
Friday, November 22, 2002
01:09 p.m.
Social... woot.
music: Jungle Love- Stephen
I have decided something crucial. I like the word 'woot' a little too much.
But we already knew that.
Anyway, sitting in Social with Stephen, who feels the need to sing Jungle Love every few minutes. Heh heh.
-_-;;;
Yeah, 3 guesses what he's referring to.
Today's been a bit surreal. Like I'm not quite here. Ever written a really big Chem test feeling like that. It's an interesting experiance to say the least.
oh, and he's back. K and C, you know what I mean. Anyone else, you don't know (or care, depending) so... woot.
^_^;;;
Lookin forward to Drama. Just cause it's last period. Then I get to *leave*.
...of course, then I have to go home. Bleh.
Hmm... Should actually work. Ye-es... though all i'm doing is writing down web page links so I can make a title page tonight.
Swooosh.
~rides off into sunset~
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
09:07 p.m.
~Accomplished~
I finished the first two paragraphs of my Social 20 essay. It's already 1 1/2 pages long (single spaced). Any I still have 2 arguments and a conclusion to go... heh.
I hope I have the weekend for this. I really do.
~snerks~ I am a master! ~dies~
lalalala.... no brain... ^_^
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
06:18 p.m.
Oh Bad....
This is Not Good. Oooooh... poor Sloane.
I'm worried now. And she's taking a break in December.
Shiiiiit...
...you know- I get waaaay too wrapped up in these webcomics.
Monday, November 18, 2002
04:01 p.m.
Life. Sucks....
Every single night, the same arrangement.
I go out and fight the fight.
Still I always feel this strange estrangement.
Nothing here is real.
Nothing here is right.
I've been making shows of trading blows.
Just hoping no one knows.
That I've been going through the motions.
Walking through the part.
Nothing seems to penetrate my heart...
I was always brave, and kind of righteous.
Now I find I'm wavering.
You crawl out of your grave.
YOu find this fight just
Dosen't mean a thing.
She ain't got that swing.
Thanks for noticing.
She does pretty well with fiends from hell.
But lately we can tell.
That she's just going through the motions.
Faking it somehow.
She's not even half the girl she... ow...
Will I stay this way forever?
Sleepwalk through my life's endevor?
How can I repay-
Whatever.
I don't wanna be...
Going through the motions.
Walking through the scene.
And I can't even see if this is really me.
And I just wanna be...
Alive...
Monday, November 18, 2002
03:47 p.m.
Yearbook. Again.
Yeah. So. School today. Woot woot.
Uhn... I'm not terribly happy about a couple things today.
1) The drama project's dune in roughly a month and 1/2.
2) To finish said project on time I'm gonna have to dedicate all my weekends to that.
3) To do that I basically have to give up 7th Element until the end of the semester. >_<
... ~whimpers~ Not happy at all.
So sorry, everybody- barring an act of divine intervention- I won't be writing until January.
This sucks. I wanted to finish Ch. 12, too.
Sunday, November 17, 2002
10:43 p.m.
I *should* be asleep. But I'm not. Nope....
I'm Athena!
Hn... cool, but I was expecting to be goddess of the hunt... Artemis... ~shrugs~
I guess war and wisdom are a better combo, though. It's the truth...
Sunday, November 17, 2002
10:18 p.m.
Eeeeee!
Ok, just saw Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Now, I didn't much care for the first HP movie- I thought it was rather shoody, in fact. But this one...
Holy.
Maybes it's cause I only read that partcular book once (it's my least favorite in the series),or b/c I was expecting trash- but at any rate it was BRILLIANT.
I loved it. It was funny, and suspenseful, and came this close to capturing the true HP spirit. The only thing that bugged me was the baselisk battle at the end. But hey, it would've been to scary for PG had they done it the way I always invisioned it.
And, to top it all off, there was a Two Towers preview before the show. Oh gods... One month and a day...
They made Eowynn cool. And for that I am very happy. There aren't enough cool female characters in Tolkien that they can go messing up the best of them.
I wanna go re-read Chamber now.
Oh, and here's a little something for K...
"Ollie..." he reached out to put a hand on the other boy's shoulder, but the redhead caught his arm and clutched at it.
"Ollie..." he echoed in a whisper. He stared at him, eyes raw. Then, almost pleading, "I- I was always his Ollie... wasn't I?"
Saturday, November 16, 2002
11:51 a.m.
Not so Random Randomness..
He lunged forward, rational though lost in a bright red flash of rage. He didn't have a plan, just wanted to hurt someone, smash something, do anything.
Someone grabbed his wrist and yanked him back. He turned, angrily to see Ollie, holding onto him tight enough to make the tips of his fingers numb.
"Let go."
"No."
"Dammit Ollie, I said let go!" He twisted, trying to pull away, but the redhead held on then, with one fluid motion, kicked his legs out from beneath him. He hit the ground hard, pulling the other boy down on top of him, effectivly knocking all the air out of his lungs.
Ollie stayed sitting on top of him, pinning him to the ground. "I'm already loosing one of my best friends today, I don't want to loose another." he growled, "I don't care what you do- hit me, yell at me- I'm not moving." his shoulders were shaking, and he'd clenched his hands around Frell's shoulders so tightly that the blonde winced in pain.
He'd never seen Ollie like this. With this much... emotion. Any time the redhead had gotten angry it had been controlled, calm, calculated. This was almost none of those. He stopped struggling and stared.
- - -
I could keep going- but I won't. Cause from there it gets really spoiler-y...
I shouldn't be allowed near 'puters when I'm this bored...
Thursday, November 14, 2002
11:07 p.m.
Sweet, sweet victory...
We. Kicked. Ass.
Ghost Stories kicked ass. Serious ass.
I'm so Happy!
~dances~
Thursday, November 14, 2002
05:56 p.m.
Erk...
I go to perform in a few minutes. Well, not really. I go to watch 6 other plays, then perform.
Ah, well... Wish me luck...
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
10:36 p.m.
Today...
...was decent. Nothing spectacualr, but at least I didn't feel like all the world's problems were my fault.
And I wrote last night ~is very happy~ Chapter 12 is no 6 pages long... with 2 and 1/4 periods to go... heh.
I blame it on Matt, lasagna, and the unholy trinity of Sugarcult/Mest and OLP. Well, not all at once. But that's about the chronological order.
C's writing me fic! FIC! Ollie/Frell fic! ^_^
Things are gooooooood...
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
08:42 p.m.
Nuendo...
music: Made to Heal- OLP
"The elf was about five feet tall, with bright green eyes and delicate, pointed features. Her grey skin was smooth and flawless, bereft of the usual scales of the common population- the mark of elven royalty. Two small, pearly horns rose out of the masses of thick, ebony hair that fell to her waist. She was absolutely beautiful.
Danika hated her instantly."
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
08:31 p.m.
Happier...
music: Spin- Lifehouse
What Card Game Are You?
Yes, I am not depressed anymore.
Take the What Type of Friend are
You? quiz, and visit mutedfaith.com.
[Me.]
How Will You Die?
~laughs~
Anyway, back to the story. I was sitting around the drama room feeling incredibly depressed and lousy when Mr. Bevan and Matt came out of the building. Mr. B asked me what was wrong, thing, thing, thing and eventually he left me and Matt to talk/cheer me up.
Long story short, I spilled my guts, Matt was really nice about it, and we went out for tea. Yes, tea.
Then we talked a little tonight.
Much happier. ^_^
Monday, November 11, 2002
08:51 p.m.
Heh...
music: Rock Your Socks off- Tenacious D
Heh... I think Matt tried to call me 2nite. WHen I was out 'bonding' with my mom. Then, the second we got home mom was on the phone. *sighs/laughs*
Saw Punch-Drunk Love tonight. It was pretty good, if a little weird. I will now profess my undying love for Emily Watson.
I LOVE EMILY WATSON.
She's the world's greatest actress. Reese Witherspoon ain't got nothing on her.
And Kay wrote more EW fic! Yayses! ~toddles off to read~
And She drew me fanart a'la oekaki. ^________^
A lot is right with the world...
Monday, November 11, 2002
11:25 a.m.
Here is Gone
music: none- just the voices in my head playing their Hawiian steel guitars
Andrea's Great and wonderful List post:
1. "In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move."
- Douglas Adams
2. Have I ever mentioned my love for this guy?
3. Going out for lunch w/ Dad. Feel kinda bad for mostly blowing him off yesterday to hang out at Dan's and watch Veggie Tales.
4. "Bar-bra Manateeeeee... you are the one for meeeee... you are the one I loooooove..." er... what?
5. Please Oh Goddess Sandra Delete, do not toy with my fragile fangirl mind! ~chants, "Fox/Collin" over and over~
6. Watched Death to Smoochy again last night. Yup, still twisted fun.
"Cause my Stepdad's not mean- he's just adjusting!"
"Remember kids, a stepdad is like a new puppy. They need love and encouragment as they adjust to their new surroundings."
~snerks ass off~
7. K and C have finally finished their DTF Kari/Mal thing. Blarg, why oh why can't be ispird to write a 1o-page monstrosity or two of my own?!
8. One day until school. You would't think I wouldbe happy about this- but I am soooo... bored and restless lately.
>___<;;;
9. And finally... If you don't have anything better to do Read. Then Review. Thank you, come again.
Sunday, November 10, 2002
12:26 p.m.
Late Night TV Quotes (Why I babysit)
"When I was a kid we learned discipline the right way- with outdated instructional videos!"
- Big Wolf on Campus
"That's it! All this pictures of him over my bed are coming down! Well.. except for that one of him under the tree.. with his shirt off... mmmmm..."
- Joan of Arc (talking about Abraham Lincon), Clone High
(You really have to watch this show to understand what I'm talking about, but trust me when I say it's cute)
"If you weren't already dead I'd kill you myself"
- Vampire High
Sunday, November 10, 2002
12:13 p.m.
O.O
Ah! Ah! AH!!!!!
This is all I can say. For there are no words except maybe, "please, God, yes!"
^_^
Saturday, November 9, 2002
10:35 p.m.
Babysittin' with DSL
So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?
Least I didn't get 'M'. I would never have lived that one down...
Yup... so here I am. Baby sitting. Well, actually just plain sitting is closer to the truth. I don't know if I'ver ever babysat for Michelle's kid when he's awake...
So anyway... uhm... bored as hell right now. I did about 1/2 my chem. Then ran out of paper o.O
Drew a piccie of Alex- my chara from Ghost Stories. And it's got me thinking. I guess Bevan put it best when he said that Alex is 'not at all like me- and yet there are elements of me in her.'
Truth is, she's my greatest fear. Yeah, me who isn't afriad of snakes or spiders or rats is afraid of a character in a play. Well, not her- but what she represents.
My greatest fear for as long as I can remember has been growing up to be an Alex. The fact that in some ways we're so alike just makes it creepy. I dunno... I'd just never wanna end up like that. Going through the motions. Faking happy with dead eyes... ~shivers~
Er... anyway... Yeah.
*sighs* I wanna talk to Matt- no not b/c of that kinda thing. I want his advice on something.
Gods Tuesday can't come fast enough. This weekend has so far majorly sucked...
Saturday, November 9, 2002
10:48 a.m.
No Driver's Test for Me.... -__-
music: Still Waiting- Sun 41
Which necromancy technique is best for you?
...Sometimes I worry about myself...
Yeah, so it's snowing. I've never driven in snow, and my driver's test was this afternoon. Can we all say: CANCELLED?
-___- I was kinda looking forward to it, too.
*sighs* I guess I should write, hey?
It's not like the next bit of Ch. 12 is hard or anything...
Yup, if someone comes online I'll write. Until Then...
QUIZZES!!
What Color Eyes Should You Have?
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Heh... cool.
Friday, November 8, 2002
10:31 p.m.
SPAM!!!
music: Daddy's Little Defect- Sugarcult
Victims are tied into you and stretched inch by agonizing inch, until they are either rent limb from limb or they confess. Or hey, maybe both. Not as bad as some people, someone tells you what you want to hear you'll feel better.
What torture would you be?
What K and i want to know is why is there an 'are you female?' question on there?
And K says, "I'm going to hell cause I WRITE SLASH FANFICS!!! *sobs* It's all true... Oh well, at least I'll die happy!" ^________^
She claims that, but she doesn't write near enough... *hint*hint*
Friday, November 8, 2002
10:06 a.m.
Quizletness
A different quiz, what strange type of person are you?
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A dreamer is your type. Seen as "not quite there", you see things that few do. You make people think, and your friends turn to you for insight.
Dreamer, yes. Insight...?
Why Will You Go To Hell?
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You do that fanart stuff! Don't deny it!
You are a particularly foul breed.
...I feel strangely gratified...
How can I label you?
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Another quiz in which C and I got the same results. Weird.
What's your brand of sexy?
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Intellectual-Sexy.... You are the brains behind every operation, and it shows. You need someone as intelligent as you, which seems to be your greatest problem, as no one is THAT smart. Maybe you should lighten up and simply enjoy things, like the rest of us neanderthals.
ow... methinks I just got majorly cut...
What kind of punk kid are you?
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I am? ...dude...
What Type Of Anime Character Are You?
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You're A Villian! You evil person, you. You have a dark side to you. Your destiny is world destruction/domination. Just so long as those pesky heros stay out of your way.
Go me! I will destroy and take over the world in that order! Mwahahaha... *coughs* er.. what?
What Is Your True Aura Colour?
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I think this backs up what I've been saying about myself all along...
What box do you get put in?
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A non-box. Very cool... very cool indeed.
What Kind of Virgin Are You?
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Well, unlike C, I can't blame it on star sign. Just too many movies, I s'pose.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be close to your special someone and feel warm, comfortable, and needed
...not a word out of any of you. -_-;;;
And, finally...
a... DO YOU PERSONIFY DARKNESS OR LIGHT?
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You radiate light! Whenever you walk into a room people immediately notice you and a since of calm flows through them. You will do beautiful things in this world!
See what I mean?
At least I'm happy...
Friday, November 8, 2002
09:40 a.m.
Stupid me...
I just worte a really long entry about the Dracula trip- then archived my page. I am genius. If you want to know/read about the trip click on the 'Older Entries' link (or whatever I called it). Go on... you know you want to...
It's filed under 'Older Blog Spam'.
I'll be doing this every so often now- since I tend to rant. A lot. Though after this I'll prolly file things under their dates.
It's weird... everyone seems so depressed right now. I hate it. I hate not being able to cheer up my friends and the like, but I don't know what to do. I'm not good at dealing w/ serious emotions, since I don't tend to have many...
I dunno... maybe I'm just... I dunno...
I guess I wasn't exagerrating when I was talking w/ C about being emotionally repressed. I just don't do well with sadness, or depression. My own or other peoples'. *sigh*
I just don't know what you're supposed to do to help someone else out. Especially since when I get mad I have a 'snap back' I can't stay unhappy for more than a few minutes- my inner cheer-upper starts working and I'll start giggling to myself.
Most people aren't like that, I guess.
I just see the funny in tradegy... probably a sad thing but... it's me.
Argh, and I'm ranting.
Anyway, I love all you guys (you know who you are). Don't forget, you've got a best friend- whether you like it or not.
"Mmm... four day weekend. What words in the English language could be better right now?"
"Five day weekend?"
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