Epithets: Menquet, Seraphie, Yanagi-chan, Dollface, Fishmaster (don't ask...). And pookie, on occasion and when I feel like answering to it. I wouldn't recommend trying it, though it'll get you further than "Hey, you.".
Temple: Memphis, TN.
Good Works: Student, artist, actress, writer, joker, marauder, voice of reason, dork, inciter of rebellions, founding columnist for the fifth stall, and Beatlephile (yay, Paul!).
*bounce bounce bounce*
Spent the afternoon catching up with Catt and munching on delicious Pocky. There's nothing like spending time with a good friend, with good food, sharing the joys and pains of college, writing, and drawing. In fact, the only time we moved from the couch was to pop a tape in the VCR and watch a snippet of Kingdom Hearts, which included a very unsatisfying peek at the sequel.
There are times I wish I had stayed home during high school, if only to maintain what rudimentary gaming skills I had before I shipped myself off and lost them all. I have a feeling I would be a lot closer to the folks at Squaresoft. ^_^
But anyway, we had a great time, and I'd like to think we both came out of it not only feeling lots more cheerful than the current weather would suggest, but with gifts, as well. I received a Beatle-icious DVD (WOO HOO!), and I relinquished control of this particular piece of random Utena goodness. The original painting was a bit too big to fit in the scanner here, so I had to piece together scanned bits and touch it up some...as well as I could with an ancient machine and monkey-rodent, anyway. The text in the border reads, "There once was a princess who fell into an enchanted sleep. Many had tried to wake her, but deep in her dreams, the princess held her heart for her one true Prince...the thorns turned to flowers as he passed, and when he saw her lying there in all her beauty, he fell down upon his knees and kissed her. At that moment she awoke, and the castle rejoiced. She asked, 'Is it you, my prince? You have waited a long time.'"
I also believe I'm going to have to work on a sketch of Tooth, now. He's sitting in a corner of my brain now, munching away at some Xbox connector cables. I'll have to make a copy for Willett. ^_^
Alright, I'm going to run along, for now. I'm sure I'll be back at some point, since I'm a 'net junkie and all. -_-;;
Morgan paused for reflection Thursday, January 2, 2003 10:52 p.m.
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Rock and a Hard Place
"And you expect me to come over, just like that?"
"If I expected somethin', I wouldn't be still standin' out here in the hall."
"I don't even know you."
"You know me. I'm just like you...It's two in the morning and I don't know nobody."
From The Sting.
You know, it's very rare that I find myself feeling helpless. I don't like it much. I'm a control freak, what can I say. It's hard, sitting here reading the thoughts of someone who's going through a tough time...or what's worse, someone who claims to be alright with this situation and is simply resigned to it. I don't like to sit and watch while my friends are hurting. I may not always know what to do, and I'm somewhat awkward at the whole comfort thing, but that doesn't mean I don't want to do it.
I want to hop in the car, never mind that it's nearly four in the morning, and drive down to see you, and give you a big hug and tell you that it'll be alright, no matter how little you can or want to believe it right now.
But, since I can't very well do that, mostly because I don't know where your house is, this will have to do. You might not want to hear it right now, and it's giving me indigestion because I sound like my mother at the moment, but you said yourself, I'm family. So at least promise to read this at some point in the near future, alright?
I'm so very, very glad I know you. I can't even list here the reasons why you're an amazing, wonderful, funny, cute, strong, caring, giving person. And at some point, the right someone will come along and recognize that, and realize that he'd better hold onto it or he'll have let go of the best damn thing that ever happened to him. Guys are slow to realize these things, though. That's why it might take a while for it to dawn on one of them to strap on a set of balls and take a chance on you. Might I also add from experience that things like playing games or simply jumping them usually don't work. Not that you're doing this. Not that it wouldn't work on the ones you probably don't want anything to do with...you know, scuzpuppies with crabs or something. I'm rambling...the point is, it takes two, and it's all in the timing. Shitty, I know, but that's how it is. We all have to deal with it, and no matter how it unfolds, you'll be okay. It might not be easy, it might not be fun, and it might hurt like a fucking bitch at times, but you're going to make it. I know it.
Anyway, I think that's what I wanted to say. Jesus Tapdancing Christ, I feel like my mother. I feel old. Which is unfair, because I can't be old before I can drink legally here.
I happened to be listening to the soundrack from Moulin Rouge when I happened upon your journal entry...ironic, ne? Gaah, I need sleep.
*hug* I hope you're never cured of your ridiculous obsession with love. ^_^
Morgan paused for reflection Thursday, January 2, 2003 03:44 a.m.
Ack! Enough! Go to work, or bed, or something! Quit taking pointless quizzes!
Morgan paused for reflection Wednesday, January 1, 2003 01:59 a.m.
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Bonne Année!
Yep, I'm a loser. But instead of actually ADMITTING to this, I'll simply report that I spent a quiet New Year's Eve at home by myself, with some deadly cookies made by Danielle & Co., a bottle of wine, and Pat Benatar on the stereo.
You know, I really don't like white wine. There's no...oomph. I'm sure Jonathan would raise an eyebrow at that technical terminology. Hey, at least I'm agreeing with him, if not using wino-lingo.
Got a bit of work done on some projects, and had a few ideas for some others. Mostly lengthy series bits of art that I'd never complete unless I worked on them all at once, like a Greek Orthodox icon-style series of Beatles portraits. How in hell did I think of that?! I can see where I got the idea for the mummy painting. I'm an Egypt nut. But that...hmm. Perhaps brainstorming while under the influence of Danielle's cookies is a bad idea.
I've now heard from Caleb, Travis, Nicole, and Jeanne, in that order. Kyle is suspiciously silent this break...either he's wallowing in his lack of Erin, or he's plastered with his brother. Of course, both are possible, and quite plausible.
Alright, I must go finish this nifty sketch I'm working on. Have fun, kids.
Morgan paused for reflection Wednesday, January 1, 2003 01:31 a.m.
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Things I've Learned Tonight:
I'm not a fan of Clint Eastwood. Bloodwork, while an interesting idea and perhaps a better novel than a screenplay, was distinctly bad. If it has a line like, "You may have a Mexican's heart, but you're not one of us," you know it can't be a good sign. But then, none of us wanted to see a sex scene with him in it, either. SQUICK.
Never play Boggle with Danielle. She'll kick your ass.
Little brothers and their football player friends are scary. Especially when they stand between you and your donuts.
All in all, I think it was a good night. But now, I'm tired from being up since God knows when this morning. Off to bed I go, with visions of potential future layouts dancing in my head. Jeez, I've had this thing on here a week and I'm already thinking about what to put up next. I'm SO organized...-_-;;
Morgan paused for reflection Tuesday, December 31, 2002 01:59 a.m.
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If you're anal-retentive and you know it, alphabetize your CDs!
Okay, so I didn't alphabetize them. Is it less OCD to create your own, unique organizational system, or more? Paige is going to be thrown off when I go back to school and I have a bigger CD case. She was just beginning to understand where I put things and why, and now I've gone and moved them all around...in order of frequency of use, time period, and genre. Multiple-CD sets go first, which means that my CDs will always begin with the Beatles, since that's what I own the most of.
Ye gods, I'm a dork.
I need to do laundry. I've started stealing Dad's socks because I've run out of clean pairs of my own.
Morgan paused for reflection Monday, December 30, 2002 11:39 a.m.
Don't ask me where the idea came from. I have no idea. I don't even really watch Utena all that much, not to the point of calling myself a fan. It just sort of...happened. I wish my essays for school worked that way.
I'll post a scan of the finished product as soon as it's in the proper hands. ^_^
Morgan paused for reflection Saturday, December 28, 2002 02:01 a.m.
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It's that time again...
...time for the family to dig through the gifts, ooh and ahh over the ones we like, and hide the ones we don't. Upon our return from my grandma's this afternoon, I would be making my annual trip to Goodwill to put the yearly Sweater From Hell to some good use, but I'll hold onto it until I get back to school. Travis wants to see it. I'm not sure, but I think he might want to wear it, too, which I refuse. This one wasn't TOO bad, altogether, though I'm not sure I want to see it on Travis. *shudder*
My cold has stopped getting worse, and is now a mere annoyance. Good and bad, I suppose, though I'd rather have a runny nose than no voice, which is where I thought this was headed.
I have so many people left to see...Catt, Danielle, Ani, Raul, and perhaps even Ches...there's too much to do before I go back to school. Not that I want to put that off, mind you...I miss Elvis (my alligator, not the endless King of Rock & Roll paraphernalia that litters Memphis), and Paige, and Travis. I miss the guys, too, and I'm surprised I haven't gotten an e-mail from Kyle. Perhaps I have a well-intentioned house elf holding all my owls...
Good God, I need to quit reading HP fanfiction. It's starting to take over my mind. I have an almost-polite Severus and Remus sitting at opposite corners of my brain, with a highly irritated Lily Evans Potter trying to get them to speak to one another. To quote a good friend, "No good can come of this." ^_^
Morgan paused for reflection Friday, December 27, 2002 03:37 p.m.
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Wheeeeeeeeee!
Alright, call us weird, but in the McCrary household we've got this relatively new tradition of having the grandparents over for Christmas Eve dinner, opening their presents with them, and waiting until they leave...so we can open ours. ^_^ It's so we can get up early to have breakfast with them before leaving for my other grandma's in North Carolina on Christmas morning. That's the way we started doing it since my sophomore year in high school.
Might I say that this was a very good Christmas? My parents rock. I got some of the most awesome presents from them, and they weren't even things I've mentioned needing or wanting. That's what usually happens, you know. This year...wow.
I now own an actual, limited edition Edward Gorey lithograph. He touched it! That's so amazing! It's a sort of triptych, on one sheet of paper, of a tea party. Wheeeeeeeeeeee.
And Paige is going to hate the next semester, because I'm now lacking only three albums in my Beatles collection, and Dad gave me the hardcover COMPLETE SCORE BOOK. That's like 800 pages of Beatles music. AAAAAAAAAAAH! Now I can figure out what the hell the chords are in the middle of Let It Be, and why the opening of Hey Jude sounds funny when I picked it out, and how to play Golden Slumbers! ^_^
Okay. Massive happiness attack has subsided for the most part...now I'm just thinking of all the fun I'm going to have playing with my toys. ^_^ And I have Grandma Mc's to look forward to, as well...gaudy sweater time.
Happy Christmas, guys. I love ya lots.
Morgan paused for reflection Wednesday, December 25, 2002 12:43 a.m.
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Ahhh, much better.
Thank you, Netfirms, for actually working. Layout is something very quick and basic I slapped up before Christmas. The image is a marble relief by Donatello (artist, not Ninja Turtle), called the Pazzi Madonna. Quote is something obscure and random I found in my little black book. Colors...hell, I wanted anything but orange. Purple looked good, so I went with purple.
Must go help with dinner...I need to call Travis at some point, too, to check on him and wish him a happy Christmas. The same goes for the rest of you, too, have a happy Christmas and behave. Santa knows if you're naughty, you know. ^_~
Morgan paused for reflection Tuesday, December 24, 2002 03:19 p.m.
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GRRRRRRRRRRR.
Why is the internet taking such a vested interest in thwarting my attempts to change my layout before Christmas?!
You see broken images. As do I, but then around 3:30 this morning I gave up trying to get Liquid2K or any other free web hosting service to work. Those that did, don't direct link. I never thought I would be pissed about the fact that something won't direct link.
Bedtime. I need sleep and food before I can deal with this shit.
Morgan paused for reflection Tuesday, December 24, 2002 03:23 a.m.
