Thursday, October 28, 2004
The wonderful Godness that is Trigger Happy
Thank you Shoiri!
You Know You Like K Too Much When...
... You own everything remotely "Gravitation" related and whinge about how K is barely in/on any of it.
... Your friends have a "Gravitation" screening marathon and you know K's lines so well your friends are terrified of even sitting near you.
... You notice that K never takes his shirt off in anything, ever. Then you complain about it.
... You've styled your very own Judy voodoo doll.
... You take to "chilling" at the local shooting range.
... You can't help but want to test out the new airport security measures by sneaking a bazooka into your shoe everytime you go to board a plane... Then if you get caught with it, deny it's yours in the most course & obscene English you can muster.
... Your excuse for every act of bad behaviour is "I'm American, I can do whatever the hell I like!".
... You respond to every person's requests regarding anything with a Okiayu Ryoutarou-esque "NO PROBLEM!".
... You can't walk past a discount men's wear store without buying some lush brown slacks and nice synthetic belt.
... At the slightest inkling of anger you whip out a pistol and think there is nothing wrong with your maniacale, sociopathic behaviour.
... You lock yourself in your room for 5 hours every day while you do your pilates and squats routines to keep your arse from looking every one of your 36 years.
... You grow your hair so long it tangles into a screaming bundle of chaos behind your head.
... You have more hair scrunchies than friends.
... You own a ruddy great online shrine, possibly like this one...
I wubbles it!!! *squeal!* I'm am so guilty of a few of those...I'm working on the one with the bazooka...one day! One Day!!!
Saturday, October 23, 2004
*shoves a letter opener through her temple* Take A Guess At How I Feel.
Falling Back On Old Theories
Somebody shoot me. Please? I've realized that I cause nothing but problems for people who love me. Why do the love me, anyways? What the fuck is so special about me? I'm not nice, I'm not accepting of others, I'm not outstandingly beautiful. On the contrary, I'm moody, rude, often depressed and bitter. I'm judgemental and I'm pretty plain looking. I don't get it? So, why?...I think I just want to be alone. It isn't necessary that I have a significant other, is it? Fuck. I'm going to go stare at a wall for a few hours. Bye.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
3:18AM...I need caffenine...I need spell check...*gnaws on desk**drools a little*
Ok, so it's 3:18 AM and I'm getting up at 9 AM to go see the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit at the Hoston muesum tomorrow. I. Am. So. Screwed. I really ought to go to bed, but because I'm an insomniac and I want to finish this fic I'm reading; I'm staying, damnit! I've been using semi-colons everywhere because of Mrs. Henson. I'm actually learning things in school...scary...ok, well, i'm making myself sleep now...gah!
Still "Sexiest Mutant Ever"
Darby: Poser. I'm the only one with mind powers here.
Ok after having a Legato obsession for the past two weeks and then playing as Jean Grey (please don't slay me if I've spelled it wrong) at Ben's house, I've decided that my knew goal in life is to acquire super-cool awesome mind powers. and blue hair. and gold eyes. and the title of "Sexiest Mutant Ever." Annie and I decided that for next Halloween Ben, Ross, her and I are going to go as the X-men and I'm soooo gonna be Jean Grey! Annie even told me that I can wear her skin colored leotard because of my phobia of having a bare middrift. Jean Grey's just too sexy for me *cries a river*. ok, well, I'm off. Laters, kids.
"Sexiest Mutant Ever"
P.(M)S. - Owen, if you comment on the "Sexiest Mutant Ever" thing, I'm gonna shoot you. Don't even think about it, because I know you are. Seriously. Bullet to the head. Mormon brains all over the place. Just don't do it.
WAH! TEMPLATE! WAH! KNIVES! (from Trigun, silly! What did you think I was running amuck with sharp implements of death?...actually...that's a pretty good idea...)
Ok, so I FINALLY got the new template up and I'm pretty happy to say that I really like how it turned out! It's nice! Have you seen my fanlisting links down there?! They're very pretty, are they not? Of course they are! Fools...Anywho, so I'm on a Trigun high right now! Squeals! Knivesy-wivesy! Gato-chan! AHAHAHAHA! I love them! *glomps the cast of Trigun* I was in a pretty pissy mood earlier, but i'm pretty now. I was talking to one of my fanfic buddies on gaia and we started doing random Trigun dialogue because I was all PMSing like, and we were like "Holy flying Wolfwoods, Knives is such a PMSing little teenage girl! Every five seconds he's either like "MOOD SWING!" or "GIVE ME ATTENTION, VASH!!! WAH!!! LOOKIT ME I'M ALL EEEEEEVIL!"" So yeah. Here's some of the things we wrote. Ok, in this first one we were talking about how fictionpress.com hates my guts because it wont let me upload my fic and then she started dialogue-ing and I hopped in somewhere in there...I'm too lazy to label which one's are mine. I'm the one with the fourth wall stuff and the allowance. She came up with Leggie-chan though...that was pretty freakin' awesome, lol! Most of Legato's lines were mine aswell. Lol, this was so OOC (out of character) but that's the way we like it *big grins*. Anywho...
Jenny says this>>"Yeah, so because the internet and pretty much all of modern technology wants me to die, slow and painfully, I can't post my new fic. *cries and cries and cries* It's no fair! I really like this one, too! FictionPress, who do you hate me so?! T_T :gonk: T_T
Knives: *sips his coffee* Maybe they just don't want you there. Did you ever consider that?
Don't want me there?...Why? What did I do?
Knives: They just don't like you. Nobody likes you.
Knives: Yes. *snicker*
*thwacks with fan* Jackass...
Legato: *randomly pops out of no where, munching on a hot dog (because, for some reason, in every scene he's in, he's eating something. Fatty!*
Hey! You can't be here! You're dead! Vash blew your brains all over a rock!
Legato: Yeah, well, I'm back. Suck it up, emo kid.
Fine...but you better be prepared to pay for damages on the fourth wall.
Legato: Bite me, ninja girl.
Knives: Leggie-chan!!! *glomp*
Fourth Wall: *crumbles*
*desperatly trys to put the fourth wall back into place*
This is SO coming out of your allowance, Millions Knives!
Knives: Kiss my superior, plant ass.
Teehee, that made me rather happy. Especially the Leggie-chan part, lol! Ok, well, I've got Tae Kwon Do, so, laters kids!