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Tuesday, April 30, 2002
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Monday, April 29, 2002
Take the How Slutty are You? Test
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I just got done telling Amelia this bizarre faerie tale about a hideously hairy prince named Sinjun, his magic harp, and a Robed Stranger. It was off the top of my head, really, and told largely in a hope to distract her from a bout of stomach pains, and I wish now I'd gotten it on tape, because psychotic as it was, it was something of a gem. Something about the idea of someone who hates to have people listen to him play, and then falls in love without even realizing it with someone who insists that they can't hear him play even when sitting beside him is mildly awesome. The fact that I had no idea where it was going, even within a single sentence, was a kick I haven't had since I was very small and used to scrawl squiggly lines on a piece of paper and then trot off to the kitchen and "read" them to my mother while she made dinner. Also? I really liked how I ended it, with Sinjun, now a king, brought back to his Stranger by his dying mother and her trusted handmaiden, being informed that after the wedding he would be playing his harp for the sheer joy of it again, because he was proposing, wasn't he? and Sinjun and the Stranger bantering back and forth a bit, before finally confessing that yes, they do mind each other's faults, but not enough to keep them apart.
"Do you mind? That I can't hear you play?"
"I do. But not enough. Do you mind that I'm so hairy?"
"I do...but not enough."
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PG-13
Now we're getting somewhere - your actions are now past pre-teen level, and you're beginning to display some more mature content in your life. Which Movie Classification Are You?
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Fudged around with the, um. Sidebar. A bit. Yeah.
I'm tired, and I don't think that I really should be, except that last night/this morning was a bit rough. It was significantly worse for Mel, to be sure, but it was fun for no one. Still, tired, but largely uninterested in sleep. Which is probably for the best, as Mel is currently using my bed.
Um. The weekend was nice, tho. It was a good time right uptil this morning, actually. Poor Mel and her stomach pains. Got my eyebrow pierced Saturday. Can I just say "ow" and "ow, again"? Still, I knew it wouldn't be comfortable and it was over fairly quickly, and the guy who did it was short and had mad tattoos and a few piercings and he had a good personality and loud music playing, and it helped muchly. I'm not sure how it looks, as I avoid mirrors like the plague, but I know how eyebrow piercings tend to look, and Amelia thinks it looks good on me, so all is well.
Now if I could just get rid of this headache, things would be guava....
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Thursday, April 25, 2002
Ok. I'm pretty sure I fixed all the links to Mel's old domain, either changing them to the new one, or just deleting them entirely. So no-one should be clicking anything and getting inundated by vagina close-ups and penetration shots.
Unless, y'know, they purposely go searching for that sort of thing. In which case, um. Eeew.
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Tuesday, April 23, 2002
........can it be Friday now? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase??
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Sunday, April 21, 2002
*blinks repeatedly* The hell you say.
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Thursday, April 18, 2002
Eeeee. Amelia has introduced me to the addictive horror known as The Sims. Eeeee!
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Wednesday, April 17, 2002
Gah, I'm tired. I slept, and a fair amount I think, so I'm not sure what my problem is. All I know is that I really want to go home and fall asleep standing in front of my window fan. I just...I think its cause my birthday's Monday. I tend to get moody and tired around my birthday. Its not as bad as Christmas, because I generally don't end up curled in a ball sobbing for no reason, but I'm not much fun and largely want people to go away.
I'm kind of wondering where Amelia is right now, but honestly, I don't feel like looking. My brain is just not functioning clearly enough to deal with the concept of places. *blinks* Did I mention I was at Amelia's? I'm at Amelia's.
We watched a smattering of bizarre shite last night. Made her watch On the Line, poor child, but I like it, dammit, and she's very generous about humoring my Lance-obsession. Then again, she might just be really amused by my tendency to begin to grumble about Joey Fatone needing to fuck me roughly two-thirds thru any Nsync-related video. From there it was the Red Zone Cuba episode of MST3K and a tape of Upright Citizens Brigade episodes. I like MST, but I gotta say I was finding UCB nowhere near as funny as Mel and Mike seemed to. I'm still trying to figure out if this was due to my brain having gone to sleep about an hour before the rest of me, or me being a moody bitch, or just me remembering the ads for the show, and thinking it looked largely like idiotic ass, and finding I was right.
Then again, its not like I have any taste, anyways. I have two seasons of The Sentinel on tape.
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Sunday, April 14, 2002
I need to do the links section for sacrificial PIZZA.
I need to cheer the fuck up.
I need....I need a hug. ;_;
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Saturday, April 13, 2002
I'm Angry Chick. Just, y'know, without the pigtails.
Oh, leave me alone, the world is lame today, and that strip is funny.
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Tuesday, April 09, 2002
*blinks repeatedly* AJ McLean is the same age as me. That...I...the fuck, man, cause I mean....how?!?
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Saturday, April 06, 2002
I have new glasses. *blinkblink* So that's what its like to be able see far away.....
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Beh. I should really send some feedback to this Kenitra chick, because she just wrapped up a 51-chapter fic that showed a growing relationship from the viewpoints of both parties, and I think I read like, half of it in one sitting, so I feel like I should at least say, "hi, that was cool, I liked it." Except if I email her, I'm going to be asking if she's ever thought of having a site that features just her work, and that's about two seconds away from offering to make her one, which...I really don't need to go down that road, I really don't. Still...feedback. A good habit to get into.
And y'know, I think I'm just going to go sit over there and wait for my mother to wake up so I can bug her into running errands with me....
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Friday, April 05, 2002
*grinning like an idiot and refusing to look at anyone* It shouldn't have been that enjoyable. It just shouldn't have. I mean, La-chan needs to control his accent better if he's going to be running around playing anyone born north of the Mason Dixon. And he wasn't good. He wasn't bad, either, but he just wasn't good. Joey was good. Of course, he was playing a goofball musician with a heart of gold, so...he might just have been playing himself. ¬_¬
But, oh, it was queer. It was...dude, could we have more of a formulaic romantic-comedy? Well, yes, we probably could've, but we would've had to really work for it. Still. Very charming. And sweet. And so obvious that you knew how it would go before you even popped the tape into the VCR, but oh, it was so much fun. Its worth it just to see La and Joey actually singing. By themselves. (Lance, with droopy hair, singing Two Princes and trying to deliver it tunelessly like its supposed to be, and just failing miserably...Joey, howling Twisted Sister tunes, and somehow pulling it off.) And of course, shirtless La. And Joey's thigh. *whistles innocently and gazes at the ceiling*
But the real killer? The behind-the-scenes spoof during the ending credits, featuring Justin and Chris as the hair and makeup people. Chris was scary. Chris is always scary, it what makes him likeable. But there's just something magical about Justin Timberlake in a sparkly shirt and cowboy hat, lisping and fawning over Lance. Lo, the skit that launched a thousand slash fics! *snickers*
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Thursday, April 04, 2002
Know what's mildly disturbing? There's an ICQ Interest Group for the Sweet Valley High television show. I, um. Alright, see, we all know that I have questionable taste. HIGHLY questionable. But even I wouldn't...I mean, its just...there are no words, alright? There just aren't.
On the upside, I got a couple lick recommendations from Marc over at AngelCage.org...and why that boy was willing to wade that deeply into bAoi when all I did was fill out his survey, I have no idea, but I love him for it. Anyway. Both recs were very good -- Brian Molko and David Bowie. Now, Brian Molko I can excuse myself for not already having on the list. Because I knew of him, but Placebo is really not well publicized in the states. Unless you count the fact that 20th Century Boy is currently being used in a fucking car ad. Its nearly as painful as that cruise line ad that used Iggy Pop's "Lust for Life." *twitches*
David Bowie, however. How the hell did he escape the Lick List? I mean, what psycho clone of myself left David Bowie off that list? Labyrinth alone should've gotten him on, and when you factor in, oh, his music, and the adorable way that's he's 12 and 60 all at once, and the gorgeous way his life carved itself into his face, and the fact that the man is a god...welcome to my heinous oversight.
Now, the question is...where to insert him. And Sweet Lady, that sounded SO fucking wrong....
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Monday, April 01, 2002
Oh, look. I'm shocked. In some parallel universe, where I'm happy and lobotomized, I am shocked into incoherence.
Which Member of the Endless Are You?
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Y'know what's fun? Really wanting to blog, and not having any idea what to say. Its fun. Excrutiatingly so. Shoot me.
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