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MY MOOD:
NAME: Call me what you want, just don't call me late for supper!
PEOPLE CALL ME: Kiri
I AM: 19, A Student, an employee, a daughter, and a nut
I LIKE: Chocolate, Taco Bell, Mercedes Lackey books, Fantasy books in general, RPing, LOTR, and boys
I DON'T LIKE: My job, long boring days, Math, and living so far away from all of my friends
REACH ME AT:
Kiri
Old Jokes: The Archives
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Tuesday, October 28, 2003
01:52 a.m.
As Halloween swiftly approaches I have finally decided what I shall become on this day of candy mooching and pretend.
I had been planning on just re-using my costume from last year, but decided against it, more or less because I'd been a faery before and wanted something new.
I did consider, briefly and abortivly, to be the Phantom of the Opera, but decided no, because the idea of binding my boobs down and wearing a mask that is rather large on my face is unappealing.
So, what have I decided on? A Vampire.
Yes, I shall becoming a Vampire on this All Hallows Eve. Complete with teeth, the kind that snap onto my canines, not the Walgreen el-cheapos, and a prosthetic bite mark on my throat.
The bite mark kicks all butt.
I'll be wearing my black velvet and red satin gown that has the spider web lace, my dad's Phantom of the Opera Cape, a wig, pasty white makeup and black lipstick. My lips will also have blood dripping from the corners.
C'mon, you can't be a vamp without a little of the red stuff dripping from your mouth.
Tomorrow, after I get off work, Jo and I are going shopping and she's loaning me the moolah, till thursday, to get my wig and teeth. She already got me my lipstick and bite mark. Twill be fun, especially since she and I rarely hang out anymore.
More details as they come, and to those of you deserving enough to know me fairly well, there will be pictures!
Sunday, October 5, 2003
11:28 p.m.
I HAVE A CLAYMORE!!!! Glee! *-* This makes me very happy. It is a big sword. Not as big as a regular Claymore, but just the right size for me. It came with a scabbard too. And the scabbard is one of those that buckles across my chest so the sword is across my back.
This sword feels so right in my hands. Like it was made for me. It's the perfect size, weight, grip and everything.
Now I just hafta learn how to use it properly. Something I much look forward to.
I went to a Ren Faire today with Amber and Rick. The only one I've been able to make it to all year, though I have a vague hope of maybe being able to make it to the KC one before it closes. After all, I have all my weekends off of work.
The Faire was tres fun. We saw sword fights and a jousting match. And there was much pretty stuffs to see, and... it was great. We dressed up and everything. Rick wore a kilt. Tres cool.
The sword fighters were so goofy though. Like one of them was joking around about getting me to see what was under another's kilt and stuff. Telling me that if I wanted to see I could just lay on the ground and take a peek.
I would like to personally thank (kill) Amber and Rick for drawing their attention to me for that purpose. Oi.
And that's about it. Except for our little miss-adeventure afterwards. Amber's car broke down and we ended up waiting outside of a gas station for a few hours waiting for her folks to come and get us.
Ah well. Still had a fun day. Very fun day.
Friday, September 26, 2003
10:11 a.m.
Grar. My archivey thingy is acting funny. Boo, I do not like.
Well, Rick, I hope you're happy. I'm blogging. Not that there is much to blog about in my non-existent life.
Yes, I need friends in the area. It really sucks when all of your friends live a minimum of an hour and a half away.
Speaking of whom...
AMBER! I miss you! Wanna talk to you! I wanna see you! I wanna hug you! Dammit, if it weren't for Rick I would have no idea what was going on in your life! Check you email! I have info on a Ren Faire to go to next weekend! I want you to go! And Rick! And other peoples so that I can go to a Ren Faire this year and not go alone! Bwah!
::Impales self on an exclamation point:: Ow... o_O
In other news, guys are jerks, end of story. (Possible exemptions to this generalization would be Rick and Al.) I hate them all. If you have a Y chromosome, I don't want anything to do with you...
Which really explains why I want a boyfriend, doesn't it. God, sometimes even I don't understand me... actually, I take that back. All the time I don't understand me.
Meanwhile, don't mind me if I'm very chibi lately. I'm on an Anime/Manga/Fantasy High. Thus, I am currently the ultimate Chibi. I get like this. It's normal. I shall return to normal... maybe. I kinda like it in Chibi-Land.
And my little sister is 18! AHHH! My wittle baby sister is 18! I'm OLD! Decrepit! Ancient History! Decaying as I walk!
What's that you say? I'm only 19?
I still feel old. And Evil. But that's nothing new.
Ok, I'll leave you all be now. ::sticks tongue out at the populous and then proceeds to POOF! gone::
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MY FRIENDS ARE:
Amber
Dagger
Jooky
Rick
Ammy
Denise
PEOPLE I WISH WERE MY FRIENDS:
Kit
Nick
I ENJOY GOING TO:
Tomato Nation
LOTR
Realm of Al
Yahoo
Omaha.com
MY LANDLORD:
Pitas
I AM ENSLAVED BY:
Dial America
MY FAVORITE AUTHORS ARE:
Andre Norton
Mercedes Lackey
Tamora Pierce
Piers Anthony
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