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Fanlistings, Cliques, and Other Stuff

Reading Lirael, As You Like It, The English Patient, Heart of Darkness, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess

Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go

Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)

Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII

Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.

Upcoming Things of Importance
January 5 First day of classes
January 14 Birthday party
January 16 Jaryn and Matt Are Old Day

Ninja and Roommate
Crack for Crack
Story and Art Journal
Mythical Detective Loki Screencap Recaps
Prince of Tennis Screencap Recaps

Previous Games

American Gods
Carnival of Bargain Madness
Grumpy Gamer
The International House of Mojo
Logic and Chaos
Worm Blog

scented // midnight rain

Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.


11/16/2002 09:58:40 PM
I'm cold.

And I can't find my bricanyl. I found the empty box.

It's been that long since I had to use it.

Very cold.

11/16/2002 09:55:25 PM
I can't decide if I have to kill two people, three people, or four people (which would involve killing, raising the dead, and killing again).

I threw two pairs of scissors at the wall.

They didn't go through.

They fell behind the bed.

I'm too lazy to get them out and throw them again.

I could go and find the pair in my briefcase. But that would involve work. And I might need them at some point.

If there was no one home, I'd go and find something cheap and made of glass, and throw it against the wall.

It would involve my bed being full of glass, but I could live with that.

I have a dissection kit. It has a pair of scissors in them. They're small and very sharp.

Unfortunately, we paid good money for it, and, if I don't end up being a complete failure before I'm twenty, I may actually need it.

Too bad.

11/16/2002 07:07:47 PM
Well. Fiora's famous now. Sort of.


Not posting the link here. She's having bandwidth problems, and I won't contribute whatever small amount my putting a link here would cause.

. . .

Neglected for fscking Potter.

11/16/2002 11:53:30 AM
Bwee! Beautiful, Meimi. Utterly beautiful. Mmmmm. Blue.

Right, right, chemistry studying now. Midterm on Monday morning. Studying. Going to.

Have to leave the house at some point to renew Traitor's Moon. Sigh.

11/14/2002 07:39:39 AM
Well now. I stayed up far too late last night. I thought with Meril offline, nothing would keep me up to an ungodly hour.

How wrong I was.

Remember boys and girls - it only takes one to procrastinate.

First stayed up too late with my dearest of Fioras, then stayed up even later, reading The Snow Queen, which I had to renew yesterday. It's really good. Everyone should go read it. Now. Really good.

Poor Sparks.

11/13/2002 10:09:20 PM
The Stomach Song

Die stomach die,
You're a blight upon the land,
Bringing misery and agony,
And other things that end in "y"

All we do is fill you up,
And some times you just sit,
Expanding and contracting,
Being very contradictory,
In every way you can,
Unless you just decide to throw up
Whatever it is we just filled you up with.

You cause lots of problems
And make small children cry
And cause babies to be gassy
And old men to fart
And none of that is good
For the ozone layer at all.

You are full of icky things
Likes enzymes and bile
And hydrochloric acid
Which would kill us most likely
If it weren't contained in you.

You are ugly and inedible
Even to cannibals.
All you do is bend us to your will,
And now we will rebel.
Die, stomach, die.

11/13/2002 07:57:28 AM
Blogger: You are not working on Error 503. I can't remember the last time I published to Fuuma's Shoes without getting Error 503. You are an evil bitch and I hate you.

11/13/2002 07:49:51 AM
I want to kill my brother.

Does he really have to turn the cd player in his bedroom up while he's spending countless amounts of time in the -bathroom- with the door -shut-?


11/12/2002 11:08:05 PM
I think I missed Meimi's birthday. Sorry, Meimi. I kick myself.

Urge to kill, rising . . .

If anyone has any suggestions about what I can do with myself after I fail half of my essential first-year university courses and ruin my chance for ever being accepted to the vetrinary medicine program anywhere, do speak now.

It should be noted that I have already taken into consideration the idea of working at McDonalds, and it is burning with badly written children's books.

11/11/2002 12:17:13 AM
Sorry everything.