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Thursday, January 30, 2003
08:20 p.m.
Oooh... Ahhhh *sparkle sparkle*
I have a new layout.
...yeah...
Thursday, January 30, 2003
01:19 p.m.
Why does all the best writing happen in the Journal...?
music: Clumsy- OLP
I am in awe of Katelynn...
She wrote me Elemental Reality fanfic in her journal. Horribly spoilery fic, but of course that's never the point. And it's really really really good.
Mostly b/c of Davron. The characterization is so spot on that I had to close the window for a minute and go 'holy shite!' a few times.
And I like the idea of angray at the world Kyel.
I am happy now. *^_^*
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
01:09 a.m.
Blah....
music: Life- Our Lady Peace
I have a rather annoying urge to write more Ko'Il/Myren fic. Possibly slightly yaoi fic too. Damn you plot bunnies!
*sighs* Gods, I'm tired but have no desire to sleep.
Reminder to Self: find and read something by PG Wodehouse
been reading his stuff in the quote book and it's highly entertaining.
I'm off to write...
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
01:59 a.m.
Lalalala....
music: Stigmatized- The Calling
Must stop leering at horny-teenage-going-to-snog-Ko-picture of Myren. Must sleep...
Must stop leering at horny-teenage-going-to-snog-Ko-picture of Myren. Must sleep...
Must stop leering at horny-teenage-going-to-snog-Ko-picture of Myren. Must sleep...
Must stop leering at horny-teenage-going-to-snog-Ko-picture of Myren. Must sleep...
This is what happens when you stalk the bishie board at Oekaki Central after midnight...
Monday, January 27, 2003
09:51 p.m.
Quizzes. Yes, again.
what nail enamel color are you?
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ooooh... see me go, 'well... yeah'. At lest to the bright colors and not caring about popular opinion bits.
What Element Are You?
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Oh shut up... damn truthful tests.
What color of kitten would you be?
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I am a Fun loving Tabby kitten.
Woot. *^_^*
Sunday, January 26, 2003
06:48 p.m.
Slash snippet...
music: Clearest Indication- Great Big Sea
Peacock's Dignity: a tale of revenge and reptiles
"Lady Myren," The blue god sank to one knee in an elegant motion that seemed at odds with his rather common dress, taking the other god's hand in his and kissing it. "You grace me with your presence."
The orange haired god looked mildly annoyed. "Thank you Ko'Il. But wouldn't it make more sense to call me 'Lady Myren' when I'm actually in femanine form?"
"My mistake," the water god smirked. "Though really, I've always thought that you look excatly the same no matter the gender."
Myren stuck out his toungue in a rather ungodly gesture. "Stand up, Ko. I don't need the added effort of having to stoop while I rend you limb from limb."
"As you wish, m'lady." Ko'Il said, straightfaced and still kneeling, "As I recall, this is your preferred position. Excuse me for robbing you of your pleasures."
Myren turned a rather interesting shade of tangerine at that remark. "There was a reason I spent the last fifty mortal years as a peacock, water boy." there was a dangerous note to his voice.
"Really? I thought that had more to do with you being dumped by that rather handsome young sculptor of yours than my finely honed sense of humor."
This time there was no misinterpreting the tone of the sense god's voice. Or the hand wrapped around Ko'Il's throat. "Stop talking."
"Myren..."
"Shut up."
A sigh. "Myren, you know you can't kill another god."
"No, but it makes me feel a little better." the god's eyes flashed a dangerous shade of indigo, as his fingers dung into his friend's neck.
Ko'Il, who had known the other spirit longer than anyone else on the planet had gotten fairly good at reading Myren's emotions by his eye color. And so, while some might have considered that dark shade a sign of homicidal rage and taken cover, the water god instead peeled Myren's hand from his throat and rose to envalope the other god in a hug.
Myren's tears were the color of red wine, and had that same grape-y smell. He'd often wondered if they were, in fact, red wine but had never been curious enough to check.
Then again, the last time Myren had cried had been a little over three mortal centuries ago. When you were immortal you didn't tend to get worked up over just anything.
"Myren," he said again.
"I said, shut up."
"Myren, he wasn't that talented. Or that good looking, either."
"But I'm a god." the sense spirit muttered into his shoulder, "You don't just leave a god! I mean, yes, gods leave people."
"Fairly often, in your case. Is that why you spent the last fifty years..."
"As a bird? Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Well, actually it was the only reason. The other way just sounds less pathetic."
He grinned, and ran his fingers through Myren's hair, ruffling it, "Don't tell me that hack of an artist meant that much to you."
"It was more the principal of the thing, really."
"So you spent the last half a century as a peacock because of a blow to your ego?"
"Yes. But really, Ko, you don't sleep with a god and then tell the rest of the world how you blew them off. It's bad for publicity."
"Who says he told anyone?" he couldn't have kept the evil note out of his voice even if he'd wanted to. He was rewarded with a questioning look from Myren. He pulled the cage from the folds of the theif's cloak he'd been wearing. "Yes, he may have told a few iguanas. But I don't remeber you having a fondness for reptiles in the first place."
Though it took a lot for an elemental spirit to become emotional enough to cry, it took a lot less for one (especially if that one was Myren) to squeal like a preteeen girl. "Ha! Take that!"
The victory cry was punctuated with some very distinguished jumping up and down, and the sense god throwing his arms around Ko'Il's neck in a euphoric stranglehold. Forgetting his non-female shape the orange haired spirit planted a sound and smacking kiss on his friend's lips in gratitude.
Turning faintly orange, he pulled away a little. "Er... sorry."
"No matter." Ko'Il said, smile tugging at his lips again. He tossed the cage aside and it landed with a clang on the other side of the room (much to the igunana's dismay), using the freedom of his hands to cup his friend's face, tilting it upwards. "As I mentioned before, you look the same no matter the gender. I just never said it was a bad thing..."
The kiss was quick by an immortal's standards, but enough to make Myren grip the other god's shoulders as hard as he could, just to stay standing.
After all, you didn't get much action spending fifty years as a bird.
-fin-
...blame Katelynn. I have pretty, god-slashy pictureness. What eise was I supposed to do?
And besides... orange and blue are complimentary colors.
Color wheel dudes, color wheel...
~snerks~
Sunday, January 26, 2003
05:50 p.m.
*groans*
music: Sweetness- Jimmy Eat World
three hours of studying (divided into 1 1/2 hour periods) is not fun... I am very tired, for one. And for two I can't seem to concentrate, as my eyes keep unfocusing. So I have no idea how much I've absorbed... lessee...
WARNING: BORING CHEM 20 CRAP AHEAD
Stochiometry- convert original unit to moles, multiply required over given, then convert to final unit required.
Acid Naming: hydro___ic acid- ends in 'ide'
_____ic acid- ends in 'ate'
_____ous acid- ends in 'ite'
Polar- a compund that is not completely symmetrical, has dipole-dipole forces
London Forces- Every compound has them
Hydrogen Bonds- occur b/c of H-f, H-N, or H-O bonds...
(aq)- is aqueous, means 'dissolved in water'.
Formula Crap- pv=nrt, n=m/M, c=n/v, n=v/V, p1v1=p2v2 (Boyle's law), v1/t1=v2/t2 (Charle's Law), p1v1/t1=p2v2/t2 (combined gas law)
Water= 18.02g/mol
To Change degrees Celcius to Kalvins- add 273
Ethanol is commonly used in consumed alcohol.
Binary Ionic compunds- have a simple metal and a simple nonmetal.
Sucrose= C12-O11-H22 (spaced like that so it's at least a little legible)... I think.
Ok... maybe it won;t be that bad. Maybe. ~knocks on wood~
Sunday, January 26, 2003
12:50 a.m.
The Aftermath... er... After-Proof?
music: Teengae Dirtbag- Wheatus
It... kicked ass. Proof KICKED ASS! Everyone remembered their lines, and the set looked good, and the costumes looked good (well, at least Murray thought they did since it took him 20 minutes to stop rabbiting about the fack the Cathrine and Claire's comstumes were almost identical in the last scene- on purpose...), and the makeup looked good- Aaron ages well- and it... just...
rocked.
There was this huge hugfest backstage after we took our bows (they called me up on stage *^_^*), and then another big one out front. And cheering, and jumping up and down. YE-ES! YEAH! WOOOOOHOOOO!
*coughs* Anyway...
Murray came, which I kind of mentioned before. Which was... shocking, actually. I mean, I know he *said* he was coming but I didn't expect him to be there... Dunno, I'm really not as confident around the guy as I act... pleh.
We all (and by we all, I mean C, K, and Murray) went out for victory coffee and doughnuts afterwards, which took a couple of completely stupid, maniacal hours ^_^. Wiggy.
And we discussed, lessee if I can get this right:
Puppies,
Pluppies,
Yuppies,
Gluppies,
and Guppies.
...you know what? Don't ask...
Then I gave K and Murray rides home. And we sang Sugarcult songs, with on-running commentry. And then, when it was just Murray and I the last bit of the convo went like this...
Me: Thanks for coming. (unsaid: it meant a lot to me)
Murray: Yeah, welcome. It kicked ass. And the thing at Tim Horton's, well I don't even have to say anything.
Me: Yeah, that was awesome. See? A *good* victory party!
Murray: Hey, yeah. Thanks. ~reaches out~
Me: No prob. ~shakes hand~
Murray: See you.
Me: Later.
...yes Ladies, Gentlemen, Christiana, the greatest evening of this year ended. with. a. handshake.
AuGh!!! O.o;;;
But the rest of it was fun.
..."Those fucking physicits!"
curtain
Thursday, January 23, 2003
02:47 p.m.
Remeber Me?
music: Without you- Mest
On a quick note this is hilarious. And sadly true... How I love Jason/Foxtrot in general.
Saturday, January 18, 2003
12:12 a.m.
The Battle for Helm's Deep is over... finally.
music: Scars and Stitches- Guster
LotR Numbers
Total Viewings: 2
Number of obvious slash moments tallied during said viewings: 31(!)
Number of things that pissed me off about it: 3
Number of times I have publicly declared love for Faramir: Innumerable
Nuber of times I have been bugged about 'bearded men': ditto
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
07:15 p.m.
Work was Murder...
music: Stealing Babies- OLP
Just watched Spder Man on DVD for no particular reason except mom hadn't seen it. Heh... I'd forgotted how incredibly, beautifully cheesy it is. What with the huge amount of puns ("I'll squash you like a bug", etc), nicknames (one word: 'Gobby'), not quite believeable computer animation stunt doubles, and just... the dialougue in general. How I love it...
And then there's the stupidest thing I noticed: When Peter's fighting Flash in the beginning of the movie (after the whole cafeteria thing) all the students are standing in the background looking worried. And Harry (bless his bishie heart) has one hand over his mouth and this 'oh my dear' look on his face. I laughed for a good three minutues... it looks so funny...
Anyway, I don't think I've been home by four yet this week. Monday I hung out backstage after school talking to Murray. For an hour. ^_^;;; Yeah, and I herd the rhinocerous sound effect. Heh... and yeah, it is a long story.
Then, yesterday I had to paint a bench. Really. But then Kaliegh decided she wanted to paint it, so Murray and I sat around and talked. Then talked some more. Than talked with Kaliegh, Rachel, and Paula. Untill six. ^_^;;;;
Today I had an honest excuse. I had rehearsal. Until four. Blah... Though I did talk to Murray a bit... God's I'm pathetic.
And C and I have minions. Of doom.
Woot.
Saturday, January 11, 2003
05:05 p.m.
I Love Brandon Martin
music: Is Anybody Home?- OLP
Yes! Ye-es!! Yes! YE-ES!!!
I have a male lead who actually cares, and is nice, and not tempramental, and doesn't try to make me feel like an ass!
HAH! Take THAT Turner!!!
In other news, saw Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat last night. Which still raises the question, Is'nt anything straighter than the top of [a] tree, nevermind Benjamin?
Just wondering... ^_^;
And I suck ass at Devil May Cry. Really really pathetic...
I rule.
Werd.
Thursday, January 9, 2003
08:22 p.m.
Woot?
Saturday, January 4, 2003
11:17 p.m.
God refs... b/c I can't use my b-sitting client's word program and retrieve the file...
Yaondues: God of All. virtue- justice
(Insert stuff already written here.)
Yaondues is the patron of healers, magical, alchemical, herbal or otherwise. Those who take care of the sick, even if only fellow family members or friends swear alligence to her- at least until the bug or broken bone has run its course.
Being the leader of the council gods (you know,... saying 'council gods' is really like saying 'municipal government aldermen'- as in redundant), it only makes sense that all other leaders pray to her as well. She is the patron of Kings, Generals, Clan Leaders, the heads of Gangs, etc. Everyone with any executive power is at least marginally under her jurusdiction.
call on her- In sicknes and in health, to death do you part... well, no. But if someone you care about is sick or injured- or will very likely be sick or injured (going off to war, etc).
Also prayed to for guidance and support, to help kingdoms figure out which paths to take and the like.
piss her off- By violating your trust as a healer (harming instead of helping), or just generally negligant procedure. By putting your own best interests first instead of your people's. Sitting back and watching while your subjects/followers suffer. Tyranny.
She was never fond of outright lawbreakers either, but what angered her more were people who bent and manpulated the law to hurt others and further themselves. Lawyers beware...
commonly reffered to as- "The Great Godess", or "Lady Yaondues, the Wise". Yeah, she's special, even though she didn't want to be.
And that's where the trouble started...
Thursday, January 2, 2003
08:39 p.m.
But all the colors mix together...
music: Grey Street (radio edit)- DMB
Finally foud other version of this song! Ye-es! And that's about as much energy as I have. Which is why God(s) invented coffee. *^______^*
On the subject of grey things I've disocvered a new comic. It's called Grayling and it's brilliant, both in art and story. Sooooo brilly. Oh, wait a sec...
WARNING: Above comic contaions shounen-ai. While Andrea has no problem with male/male elemental snogging, you may. If so, go away and don't bitch at me. ^_^ thank you.
Now how do I get my happy face to have fangs....?
Oooh! Kettle's boiling!
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