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[Jul. 20th, 2004|03:28 am] |
I think I would like a gator to chew on my head.
It would be a vast improvement to my day. |
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| Waiting for the paint to dry |
[Jun. 24th, 2004|07:20 pm] |
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I have so much cleaning to do.
I am going to be very busy trying to get the house back into presentable condition before the parents return. Lots of fun for myself and Chris, lots of fun indeed...
Why would they leave for a weak and assume that we have the capacity to clean?
I don't even have anywhere to sleep. I've been sleeping in my parents room for the past two days!!
I am a pig. *sigh*
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I'm beginning to think that my brother's respect for D&D grows less with each passing day...
When talking of a friend:
Me: "...soandso is having a bad day..."
Evil: "Ooo! Is he casting lv. 3 Angst?"
When ordering food:
Me: "Chris, will you just order the pizza?"
Evil: "Oh! I don't know if I can! I do not think I rolled a high enough number... I shall have to wait till next turn..."
When looking for my dog/cleaning:
Me: "Where is my dog?"
Evil: "She's down... wait! She's in the kitchen! You have to unlock her! It's a quest, a quest! Oh yay, we're going questing! You have to put the dishes away to complete it! Oh, I cannot believe how much fun we are having!! A quest!" |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2004|02:47 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Cloud Age Symphony | ] |
I rant and I roar. Grrr!
I skitz and I flip. Argggh!
I storm and I wail. Errrrgh-woosh!
I spit fire and a bit of brimstone. Pfft-bla.
I will level your city and erase your civilization. Ka-boom!
... And I eat babies too!!!
I am a force to be reckoned with. Fear me.
*sigh*
I'm busy worrying about other things. I hate having to be concerned of what a close friend thinks of me and is saying about me, besides about what they are going though... I find that making a joke of it is my only way to cope. This is highly un-enjoyable. I feel like an object or an annoyance more than a friend. You have to treat people with respect, especially friends.
I dislike drama so much. I hide from it. Under a blanket usually...
What I liked about St. John's over Clarenville was the lack of drama. Oh where, oh where, has that time gone?
I want to be a good person and a helpful friend.
I just really cannot stand having people I like being put down all of the time.
...and then there is the boy...I have myself so worked up into a knot that I am unsure as to what to do. Clearly the answer is to shut-up and stop thinking... but I find it so difficult to keep my mind from stirring and so easy to over analyse... I'm just always so stupid when it comes to relationships, and now I am being stupid again. Argh! *sits on brain*
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<Stew-Log 06/23/2004>
I have entered the 38th hour of the blocking.
The period of my life shall forever be known as the 'stew years'. Whether the front must be held though years or just days will be irrelevant to the name. I like the dramaticism of 'years'. Seems epic.
Like all battles, there will be those who say that this was formed out of the folly of man. I am inclined to agree. Yet here I stand proudly in front of my pillow fort, my makeshift home in this time of war, water pistol solidly by my side...
It has gotten cold, though I have been stewing for an inordinate period of time.
I have become a full-bodied stew best served with a fine red wine.
I, though battle weary, am safe for the time being. I accept the lull in the action as not the sign of oncoming disaster, but a brief reprieve. But not all are so lucky. I fear for the safety of my fallen comrade. Alone. Left to face that which I dare not. So brave. Yet so foolish. You are a better specimen of fleshy life than I. Godspeed.
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| Utter defeat. |
[Jun. 21st, 2004|04:15 pm] |
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I have given in.
I have been slain.
It is too late to go back, for hope has long passed from this place.
I was told to get one of these a while ago, but I have only now given in. I blame extreme boredom and missing Juanita/everyone else in Clarenville.
edit:I LOVE AND MISS STEPH!! *heart*
This week is a little stressful, mainly due to certain friendships. I like to think that is what makes them worth while though, I mean, if I was not willing to put in the effort then it actually would not be that important to me. |
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