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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.


Ore wa Momo-chan! Momo-chan!
12/12/2003 12:59:18 AM
"They rock."
"In the suckiest way possible."

So, yes, I too have been watching the first Prince of Tennis musical.

The only ones who can really sing are Abe, Moriyama, and Kimeru (who has bad teethbr>
When I take over the world, Meia's getting Kimeru (did I mention the bad teeth?) and Takigawa Eiji. Noel can have the darling boy who's going to be playing Kamio in the next musical.

I, on the other hand, wish Yanagi Kotaroh and and Moriyama Eiji would stop challenging my asexuality. Honestly, Yanagi-kun, I know you have to take your shirt off -once- to proove you aren't a girl, but twice, really?

The Musical is seriously the best bad thing ever. I'm in love.

Six days,
At least I have most of my Christmas shopping done,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off

This is a sad, sad day
12/10/2003 07:06:00 PM
No witty quote. This is a sad thing. We will miss you, Black Isle.

Not dead
12/7/2003 12:52:39 AM
"Sengoku's favourite colour is 'lucky colour'."

Mythical Detective Loki Screencap Recaps now has episod ten up, because I rock like that.


Been feeling a bit jealous of people lately. They all have people who care about them so much, either great families or great friends or loving significant others, and in less than two weeks I go home to a family who'd really rather I wasn't there at all, where I'll be sleeping on the couch, made to do all the dishes, and be yelled at and told how I'm fat, ugly, and stupid (all true, but I can tell it to myself thank you very much). I'll spend most of my time miserable and feeling unwanted. Here, I sort of hang out with the Olders without ever really being a part of anything because I'm so fucking socially inept, and with Matt and Shelly I feel like a third wheel, and I don't know why they have me over as often as they do.

Just . . . a really melancholy, envious sort of feeling, for people who are able to connect with other people in a way that I never can. I always get this way, around holidays and around my birthday, and I hate it, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I don't begrudge the people I know their happiness. I'd rather the people I like be happy than I be happy. The people I like, and care about, they deserve to be happy, so much, and I don't really want anything for them but to know they're happy and in a good place in their life (and a lot of them aren't, and that makes me sad, too), because I know I never can be, because I'm too emotionally fucked up.

This is just a feeling I can usually ignore, or don't even notice, except for at the holidays, when people are with the ones they love, and on those dark nights at three in the morning, when all I want is for the world to end and for the pain to go away.

Eleven days until hell,
Making the holiday season just a bit dreaier,
Ingrid, Signing Off