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Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
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"I love you."
They're the best last words spoken by one of my best friends.
I would say it as many times as I could.
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Friday, October 23rd, 2009
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My beloved friend Walter Brooks passed away Wednesday morning.
He was the sweetest person you could ever hope to encounter. He didn't have to know you to make you smile or talk to you. No. He'd just come right up to you, announce his presence, and give you a hug or a look and say something to make you smile. The entire world was beautiful to him and everything should make you smile as far as he was concerned. Whether it was an epic game of duck-duck-goose with the drama club or a heart-to-heart with just you, Walter was there for whatever you needed.
A beautiful candle light vigil was held on Thursday morning. I couldn't go, but I could feel the love from where I was.
Please, everybody. I know this seems like it could never happen to you or somebody you love, but my little faggot passed away due to complications from H1N1. He was a perfectly healthy 18 year-old otherwise.
GET VACCINATED.
Walter Brooks
1991 - 2009
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
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Thursday, October 1st, 2009
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I don't know how I forgot to mention my new babies.
JEEZE.
Hm. Well, anyway, I recently came into ownership of several pretty little fishies. At one point I just had three mollies and a betta fish. Unfortunately, two of my mollies died (do to over sexing, I'm sure. T_T Both of my girls, too) and so did my betta (he tried to sex her up too), and I was left with my lonely little molly boy, Spot, in his huge tank by himself.
SO!
I went and got two dwarf gourami. And I named them Tiger and Lily. Yes, they are both boys, but the names were already picked out. Tiger's the smaller of the two. Lily is a bad ass. That's pretty much it for them.
Then I was very sad to not have a betta as I've always had at least one for the past four or five years. Jay, being my loving boyfriend who isn't very good at keeping fish, gave me his tiny betta girl, Ginger. I put her in the big tank with Spot, Tiger and Lily, terrified that they were going to eat her. She pretty much told them all to fuck off and claimed herself a plastic plant in one corner of the tank.
School was ending and...the science teachers were cleaning out the tanks and giving away the fish...
So I got a pleco. And named him Midnight. And he lives happily in my tank with my other babies.
Hm. THEN I was being ignored for an extended period of time, so I took the dog to get his nails clipped. Which means I went to go look at the fish. The store had female betta in a community tank! I was so excited that I got Thelma and Louise. I hadn't realized how huge ginger had gotten until I put the two new girls into the tank. I was terrified that she was going to kill them just for breathing her water. Luckily, though, she was content with just making sure they knew she was the HBIC.
...I think the dynamic has shifted again.
Thelma likes to hang out near the bottom of the tank with Midnight--this relationship is doomed.
Spot spends most of his time trying to have sex with Tiger and Lily--they are all boys and do NOT breed the same way.
Ginger and Louise are spending a lot of time just chilling next to each other--these are my two big fighter girls.
I think I might have gay fish.
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Wednesday, September 30th, 2009
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So. I've been in school for about a month now. Already, I've done some weird shit that I'd never thought I'd be doing. I feel like a running tab is necessary. So here it is.
Tenley's things she'd never thought she'd do in her life, but college has made happen:
1. Eat Octopus
2. Take a ghetto shower in a public bathroom
3. Put her hand in a cow stomach
4. Artificially inseminate a cow uterus. No. Not a cow. Just the uterus.
And I expect to add to this list.
Regularly.
Oh, boy.
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Sunday, August 30th, 2009
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| Subject: | moving |
| Time: | 1:36 pm. |
| Mood: |  irritated. | | Music: | Destrophy - Reconnect. |
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This school and moving shit? Really getting to me.
I am about five minutes from a nervous collapse.
If my brother doesn't stop talking about moving my stuff from the bathroom and into BOXES, I will kill him. Slowly. With much pain. It's still my fucking bathroom. I still live here, just not when I have morning classes. Fucker.
...
WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH iTUNES?!?!?!?!
the past three songs:
P!nk - Please Don't Leave Me
Blue October - Let It Go
Nickelback - Never Gonna Be Alone
Congratulations, Universe. You have kicked my ass splendidly. -_-
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Thursday, August 27th, 2009
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Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
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So, school's starting up again. Hoshit, yay.
I'm going to UMCP and have no clue what to really expect. *bangs head against wall* I have a vague idea of where the buildings are and everything, but I still kinda want to puke from pure...ugh. I hate change.
x___X
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Thursday, July 30th, 2009
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Holy shit, I'm here, aren't I? That speaks for itself.
*kills internet self and gets on with real life*
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*for a while*
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Sunday, February 1st, 2009
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SO!
I applied to UMCP back in November and I've been waiting for a response since then.
I got accepted.
Rawkin, right? Right.
But here's the real shit: I got my acceptance in an EMAIL.
WTF? XDDDD
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Sunday, November 30th, 2008
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Friday, August 15th, 2008
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O___O
So. My summer has consisted of total BS. I was cool with this.
Yesterday, I went to Sandy Point with the boyfriend, Manda, and T. However. We needed to get some things clarified before we went, so I called my mum. We talked and everything was hunky dory.
I ran around like an idiot to get some stuff together only to hear my phone ringing my mum's ringtone. So. I ran upstairs.
"Hello?"
"How much are you willing to put down on a car?"
"...Huh?"
"We're looking at one and it's not a thousand dollars--more like seven. How much are you willing to put down?"
The conversation between my mother and I went on like that for a while before she finally gave up.
"Here. Talk to your father."
"Hello?"
"...Hi."
"What's up?"
"Mom just asked me what I would put down on a car and I told her whatever I had and then she put you on the phone."
"Oh. How much you got?"
"Seventeen hundred."
"Okay. How about a thousand."
"...Okay."
"Alright. Bye!"
So. I have a car now.
YES!
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XDD In other news, I got my own computer, my driver's license, and a new puppy!
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There's a part of me that is what you would call normal.
Then there's the side that is a raging feminist.
I do NOT hate men. I love them. Really, I do. They're sexy, funny, and what I need for a lot of things.
But there are days when I just want to go live on a island full of Amazons.
Today? Not necessarily one of those days.
Tomorrow might be.
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Saturday, February 23rd, 2008
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...the last day of the worst two weeks of my life.
For real. I'm not going to talk about it because all of my darlings already know what's up. And talking would undermine everything I'm trying to do to pull myself out of this shitty depression, which does NOT become me.
This is more for me than anything.
A big period on a hellish half-month.
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Tuesday, February 5th, 2008
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As a writer, I love to do nothing more than write.
OBVIOUSLY.
I've tried explaining my love to others, but they don't quite get it. They tend to stare at me like I'm completely nuts and suggest therapy.
My mother has just stopped asking.
I talk to myself occasionally, working problems out. This is normal and acceptable.
But they talk to me too.
And this is something that's not looked upon as a good thing by many.
I'll be sitting, staring off into space, when all of a sudden, I'll get an impression. It doesn't have to be anything specific, but I'll suddenly be swamped by a feeling or thought that's not mine. Or sometimes I'll hear a phrase or even entire conversations in my head. They'll bother me, going back and forth over and over again until I write them down.
COMPULSION.
Any good writer will tell you that they don't make up stories. Stories take place in their mind and they HAVE to write them down. If they don't? Dire consequences.
The concept of writer's block doesn't seem to phase non-writers, but it's a real horror to writers. You'll feel a creative energy but, as soon as you go to write it, it all seems to drain away, leaving you staring at a blank Word document for an hour and a half. God help you if you try to force it. Then they won't come back to you for weeks.
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Saturday, January 26th, 2008
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Holy hells. I'm alive.
My happy little ass has been all over the place since my last post.
Christmas was amazing.
New Years? I spent with the boyfriend and Amanda (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) poisonwoodangel) and TJ. AND a few of the little ones. Much fun was had with flammable tings.
Recently, I've been having several minor battles on the home front.
So, where did I spend the majority of my mid-term break? At Manda and Jay's.
But, remember.
I "don't live there!"
But I might as well.
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Tuesday, December 11th, 2007
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O_O
So, I get on tonight because, for the first time this month, I've got some free time. I decided to check up on one of my favorite webcomics.
Normal.
So, I skipped back to the last page I read, and began reading through.
BA-BAM!
Sex.
Edgar & Noah.
Listed as seme and uke, there, folks.
(sorta)
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Monday, December 10th, 2007
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Let there be light.
And it was DONE.
Yes, darlings, it's [the play] over. I can finally get back to some semblance of peace in my life.
Thursday's show:
went off well, considering we didn't get a fucking dress rehersal because of the snow. >_<
Friday's show:
was a mild disaster. People forgot their lines and whole scenes had to be improvised. But, according to audience members, you couldn't tell.
Saturday afternoon:
okay. Some lines were dropped, but everything else went smoothly.
Saturday night:
AMAZING.
Much love!
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Saturday, November 24th, 2007
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I always manage to have the strangest weekends EVER. <({[not to say that they aren't COOL weekends]})>I went to stay with Jay, Manda ( ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) poisonwoodangel), and TJ this weekend, which is business as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
Nope.
I also went to see a movie with Jay, the boyfriend—mine, rawr. Normal. (We saw Enchanted, if you must know. It's amazing!)
Came back and played video games.
Ordered a pizza. Ate said pizza.
Watched Blood Ties.
All normal things to do. ^for us{well, normal is pretty fucking wierd sometimes...)Normal things for most teenagers to do. Then came time for us to go to bed. We can't pull the 'up-til-two-in-the-morning' biz on most nights because Jay works mornings, so after Blood Ties (12am) is a reasonable time for us to beddy-bye on Fridays. We set about getting bedded down in our usual spots, giggled, did stupid shit as we prepared to go sleepy-poos in beddy-bye land.
Then the mirror fell off the wall.
NOT. NORMAL.
Seriously. We were all in place, finally going to sleep, and the fucker just up and pops off the wall.
I repeat.
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Thursday, November 22nd, 2007
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Happy Turkey Day, kiddies!
Yes, it's the time of the year when we get an excuse to stuff ourselves sick and pass out on the floor without being drunk. Yeeeeehaw!
Me?
Not that much of a holiday person.
No real reason why. I don't have some traumatic past, no personal grudge, no hatred over the colors. I just don't like the season all that much.
Call me Grinch.
but...
Can someone kindly tell me why the fuck they were playing Christmas music the day after Halloween???
I DO hate Christmas music.
With.
A.
Passion.
Now that I'm done with THAT...
My hair looks amazingly adorable.
*teehee*
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indescribable.
amused.
itchy.
We're getting better..
contemplative.