| How completely pointless this entry is... |
[Oct. 1st, 2008|12:26 am] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
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| [ | Pancake is listening to my orders by way of |
| | Cosmos - Tatu | ] |
I really wish I had some macaroni and cheese right now.
But it's 12:27 so I can't have any.
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[Aug. 24th, 2008|11:25 pm] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| |  Prideful/missing | ] |
| [ | Pancake is listening to my orders by way of |
| | The Olympic theme - John Williams | ] |
Okay, so did anyone besides me think that the Olympics kicked some MAJOR arse this year?! Like WHUT. I have NEVER watched a single games that much. Seriously, I watched EVEY. SINGLE. DAY. And caught as much prime time as I possibly could, never missed a Phelps race (I'd be stupid if I did *offends 20 people reading this journal even though probably like one person will actually see this*) and couldn't stop watching the gymnastics.
My GOSH. I just LOVED them this year! There's NO WAY EVER for another country to top the opening and closing ceremonies. I'm thinking about getting mom to order them on DVD.
And what in the world was up with the world records being absolutely SHATTERED this year? I think that every timed sport had a record broken, some by at much as five seconds or more! I mean, here we thought that nasty Beijing smog would cripple the athletes, but maybe that stuff is actually magical! o_o
Yeah, I throughly enjoyed the games this year. I don't think I have ever liked them this much. Officials are amazed that so many people tuned in to watch them... but why? They were simply awesome!
Oh how I wish I could get a keychain or something! Maybe I'll ebay one...
Anyone who says the Olympics suck obviously hasn't watched them. The other day on the Anime Festival Wichita forums they were saying that the Olympics weren't cool. I asked them "What?! How could you say that?! What were you watching?!" "Water Polo."
Haha, I wish you guys could've seen us at AFW. We had a room with a sliding glass door that lead right onto the floor of the con and Taylor, Jordan, Robert and I all went into the room JUST to watch a Phelps race. That was the one where he won by 1/100th of a second. I freaking leaped off of the bed in full cosplay and jumped around the room screaming like the girl in the cell phone commercial. People on the con floor were looking through the door into our room and giving us the strangest of looks until they saw the TV screen. It. Was. AWESOME.
Pfft. Watch a Phelps race in prime time and THEN tell me if the Olympics suck.
*stands all glorious*
Man, I really wish I could go back to Australia now. I'd go back to those Olympic stadiums we visited and stand on those medal podiums like a giddy little kid, not all timid like I once was when I was a dorky ugly little 13 year old. xD;
Viva la games! |
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| PROM NIGHT FELLAS |
[Apr. 27th, 2008|05:12 am] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| |  quite happy. VERY tired. | ] |
It's very rare that one goes to bed when outside the birds are chirping and the sun is about to start comin' up.
5:13AM
Last night was epic.
♥ |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|12:33 am] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| | Free and happy | ] |
That boy is a really good friend.
<3
(yes, there is a story behind that comment, I'll just post about it later) |
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| Could this song fit the mood any more perfectly? |
[Nov. 14th, 2007|11:46 pm] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| | tired/ missing him/ sadish | ] |
| [ | Pancake is listening to my orders by way of |
| | Gone by Toby Mac | ] |
GONE - By Toby Mac
I told the girl that you should treat her like a lady and
She told me all the things you did and it was shady, man
She said that what you say and what you do are different things
While you were telling me that you were checking out them blingy rings
She said she's had enough
Well, it sounds to me like you're straight out of luck
And she said she's all through
And life's not blowin' her kisses thanks to you
I wanna know, wanna know what you were thinkin'
I can't imagine why it didn't even sink in
They say you never know what you got till it's gone
(Never know what you got till it's gone)
I wanna know, wanna know what you were thinkin'
I can't imagine why it didn't even sink in
They say you never know what you got till it's gone
(Never know what you got till it's gone)
She said she's had enough
So, it sounds to me like your still out of love
And she said you weren't true
And life's not blowin' her kisses thanks to you
She said it's gonna be alright
Cause God made a way through the pain and he opened her eyes
And she said you came crawling back
But after what you did to her she wouldn't have any of that
(I wanna know)
I wanna know, wanna know what you were thinkin'
I can't imagine why it didn't even sink in
They say you never know what you got till it's gone
(Never know what you got till it's gone)
I wanna know, wanna know what you were thinkin' (I wanna know what you were thinkin')
I can't imagine why it didn't even sink in
They say you never know what you got till it's gone
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Yeah. okay. that song is PERFECT for how I feel about... well. You know I'm sure. *sigh*
Never wrote about the weekend. I'll write about it later. basically it was a church retreat and it helped me heal and ge over the pain of... yeah. -___-; I'll discuss it in depth later, as I said.
So pretty much I was good until I saw pics of him that his friend tagged on facebook. Just seeing new pics of him made a stabbing feeling come back. I wanted to cry again.
.____.
It's so hard to drop that subject. Even after four weeks and five days.
It's unhealthy to keep track of something like this I'm sure. x__x
*shrugs and goes to sleep* |
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[Oct. 20th, 2007|07:24 pm] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| | </3 | ] |
</3
Does anything else really need to be said? |
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[Oct. 18th, 2007|08:21 pm] |
Stupid boy.
I finally do call you and you don't pick up your phone.
Stupid busy boy. >3> |
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[Oct. 7th, 2007|01:49 am] |
| [ | Pancake is listening to my orders by way of |
| | It's my Life - Bon Jovi | ] |
IT'S MY LIFE
Bon Jovi
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life
Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause IT'S. MY. LIFE.
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[Jul. 17th, 2007|12:44 am] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| | better | ] |
Hiatus canceled for the time being. The group went on moderator approved posts only for a while. No more spoilers. Yay! =3
It's safe to look at my friends now, btw. It got deleted.
~Spider pig, spider pig... does whatever a spider pig does...~
*Apperates away* |
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[Jul. 16th, 2007|11:42 pm] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| |  Furious | ] |
| [ | Pancake is listening to my orders by way of |
| | *hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate* | ] |
*twitch twitch twitch DEATH*
I think I just had part of the 7th HP book SPOILED. O____O
DO NOT. I repeat. DO NOOOOOOT look in my lj friends section until I can un-friend the group that some jerk possibly ruined the book in.
GOSH I'M MAD. I'm on hiatus now. That's it. o_o
Hiatus from the computer until I finish the book. It's earlier then I wanted to take it... but it looks like a-holes are already spoiling the plot. DANG IT.
Okay, I'll probably post a journal before friday but Ohhhhh.. somebody's gonna die.
PS- I saw the movie today. it was good! =3 |
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[Jun. 30th, 2007|11:20 pm] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| | happy | ] |
Hey... he talked to me! =] |
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[Jun. 25th, 2007|12:30 am] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| | tired... the crazy happy tired | ] |
The Spice Girls are getting back together LOL
All of 'em, too! This upcoming concert of theirs has all five girls in it. This'll be the first time that they've ALL sang together in 11 years. WOWZERS DO I FEEL OLD
I'm so psyched for this. Hopefully they won't suck after so much time apart. I <3 them so much.
*goes to sleep cause she feels all wacky* =D |
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[May. 7th, 2007|03:49 pm] |
My schools hallway smells like a dump truck full of Flintstone vitamins... with extra iron! AHHHH. @______@
xD
Sorry. Boredom after school. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2007|09:19 pm] |
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Is it spring break YET?! @________@ |
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[Mar. 1st, 2007|11:37 pm] |
SMILE! Yo. o_o
Because life sucks. YAAAAAY~! =D |
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[Feb. 4th, 2007|10:17 pm] |
| [ | The cow is making me feel |
| | sick | ] |
Uuuuughhh. I think I over ate... UHHH. I think I'm going to barf. @______@; |
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[Feb. 1st, 2007|06:09 pm] |
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.
CATCH IT JULY, 21, 2007.
YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS.
And no at the same time. :( I really am going to miss the series. Like.. really really badly. And no offense, but the movies just aren't that great anymore. D:
Hmmm.. Maybe I should finish the 6th book.. o_____o; (Yeah! I know who dies! Shut up! I still have to prep myself for the crying. D:) |
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[Jan. 27th, 2007|06:01 am] |
More backdating for the sake of school.. more Digimon story. In fact, this is pretty much all that I've written on this thing. o_O; So.. I need to backdate my entries with something else, now. ;_;
NJ POV:
Saturday… The one day out of my hectic week just to stay home and sleep in- BOOM – Mother Nature permitting.
“Eh, heh? S-Sesshomaru?” I jumped up and turned to my curtains. Light illuminated through them, casting faint shadows on the wall. As quickly as they had appeared, they were gone again. I grabbed my Sesshomaru plushie and held him close as the thunder cracked. Groaning, I flipped on my bedside lamp and swiped my glasses off of the table. I shoved them onto my nose and reached for my clock. Squinting to make out the mess of red, I finally read the numbers. It was still too early. I closed my eyes and sunk back into my feather-filled pillow. Lightning flashed again and the wall by my bed shook with the thunder. I had had enough. I rolled out of bed, draped an extra blanket around my shoulders, and hunched into the hallway.
Turning, I walked into the computer room and grabbed a manga off of the guest bed. Something was humming. I looked up and noticed, lo and behold, that I had forgotten to shut down the computer the night before. Hopefully it wasn’t fried by the storm. Setting down the graphic novel, I turned on the monitor and sighed in relief. My Deviantart page was still open. I clicked the ‘x’ to close the page and- nothing happened.
”Ugh...” I said, clicking it repeatedly. The PC was acting slowly again.
I walked out of the room too give our technology time too “think” and slumped into the kitchen. Through the occasional thunder crack I heard snoring coming from my Grandma’s room. Honestly, she could sleep through anything! I sighed and clicked on the TV. I heard the theme song for One Piece starting as I poured myself some Cheerios. Suddenly, the cable was interrupted and then went out. “Aw MAN!” I said loudly, spilling milk out of the sides of the bowl. Stupid storm… that was the worst part about summer. I muted the TV. Any minute I’d probably be seeing C-Span with an electronic voice announcing a weather warning for a nowhere-near city somewhere over the state line.
Finally, after watching black and white dots occupy the screen for about three minutes, I gave up and returned to the computer room. Some strange media player window was open. I tried turning up the speakers to see what music the site had decided I needed too listen too, but nothing came out. Not even static. I yawned and searched for an “x” to close this meaningless window. There wasn’t one to be found, though.
“Great…” I sighed, although I must admit, the swirling patterns and colors on the screen amused me. Maybe this was merely a fancy screen saver my grandma had downloaded while I was babysitting or something. Maybe I could leave the PC on a bit longer. I turned to leave.
Suddenly the computer beeped and something immensely bright lit up the room. I jumped. The computer had crashed and the light bulb had burned out at the exact same time! But wait… the light was still on… even though it was shot? No… the light… it wasn’t coming from the bulb? Man that storm was getting bad. I couldn’t put off turning off the computer and longer. I dove into the computer chair and then leapt up. I was sitting on something! “Ah!” I gazed down and noticed a little gizmo lying on the cushion. I was shocked. I vaguely remembered that thing. Years before my friends and I had wanted to play with these things on the school play ground, pretending we were cartoon characters.
“A... Digivice?” I whispered. (Frankly, I was surprised I remembered the name…) It started beeping and I smiled; it was just like in the show. I couldn’t resist.
The power flashed and went off.“Digi Port, open!” I laughed, holding it up to the computer screen.
The swirling colors stopped dead. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2007|05:57 am] |
*signs as she backdates another entry* Woooow my story's STUPID! xDDD All of you should laugh at it 'cause I wrote it when I was 11 or something and that's pretty funny. =D (I should really edit/rewrite it sometime.)
Bryan POV:
“BAM!” I awoke with a start and franticly looked around my room. “Huh?” Outside my window rain was pouring down… It even was accented by a crash of thunder here and there. I instantly felt wet. “What the?!” I jumped from my covers and patted them. Great! Just great! I left the windows open! My bed was soaked… It was obviously time to wake up. I groaned and stepped out of my bed. Stupid forecast called for clear skies… They couldn’t have been more wrong! I shoved the window shut and re-arranged the curtains. My dad was one of those guys who like to save money in the summer by keeping the air conditioner off for as long as we possibly can… Don’t you hate people like that? “Oh don’t worry about it, Bryan. The weatherman says that it won’t get really hot until next week.” Blah… It was hot enough with the window open…
I surveyed my room for a minute to make sure that that the rain didn’t blow onto anything else in my slumber. My posters were fine… My scribbles taped to the wall were intact… and my action figures- oh wonderful… I ran over to my dresser and started picking them up and re-arranging them as best as I could. My room was by no means clean… but I at least like to keep something in order!!! I set up my Ultimate Muscle toys, then my pokemon. They all were sopping wet… Then, I came upon an old favorite: My old Pattamon action figure… “Ah!” I exclaimed. It was soaked! I swiped a shirt from my floor and rubbed it dry. Most kids would’ve let their “prized action figure” air dry, but my Pattamon was special to me. I got it way back in 4th grade when my friends and I would swap our Digimon toys on the playground. He was my first Digimon toy… the one that got me into the whole show! The guinea pig with wings… That was what we originally called him…
However, I didn’t get to reminisce for long. “Hey Alex! I got you your cereal!” My dad called as he walked in from the garage. “YES!” I heard my little brother cheer as he ran down the hall. I sighed. Guess it was time for me to eat, too. I slumped into the kitchen lazily, my hair flying in all directions. I could care less, though. My brother greeted me as he tore open the bag of cereal. “Hiya, Bryan!” “Hey Little Dude…” I said jokingly. “I’m NOT a little dude!” He protested as he dug through the box for the prize. I just sneered as I poured myself some orange juice. Kidding my little brother never got old…
“Bleh! What kind of a prize is this?!” He squealed. I rolled my eyes. He was always complaining. “What is it?” I said, not really listening for his answer. “You might like it… It’s like… a spy thing…” I turned around, not really caring. “What… Let me see it.” He pointed to a gizmo lying in his cereal bowl. “Whoa… SWEET!” I yelled. A toy Digivice sat in the midst of an ocean of cereal. I scooped it up. “Awesome! This is a pretty accurate model! In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that this thing was real!” “Whatever…” Alex said. It was easy to tell that now he was a bit upset that he gave it up. Honestly… that kid would keep a dead fly if I wanted it…
“Hey Bryan?” My dad called from the laundry room. He was washing our clothes in the sink again… “What?” I asked. “Mind getting the paper?” I sighed. I was already wet anyway…” “Ok…” I said, grabbing a raincoat and stuffing the Digivice into a pocket. I ventured out into the lightning, hurriedly, mind you. It was really pouring! As I bent over to get the newspaper, however, I heard something beeping. “Huh?” I questioned. Instinctively, I pulled the Digivice from my pocket. The digivolving bars were flashing on its small screen. “What the heck?” I said. An interactive toy in a box of cereal? That made no sense… “Goin’ up?” I said sarcastically.
I really need to stop joking… |
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[Jan. 24th, 2007|05:53 am] |
More of the story.. backdated.. for school. When I looked through this story I realized how weired that this part is and edited it highly.. however, I still don't think it's that great. x_x;
Jennifer POV:
Camp is the greatest! Crazy councilors, three good meals a day, and just being your crazy, weird self with people you’ll probably never see again! We even had nice weather! “Boom…” Well… storms never were predictable; especially without a TV or weather radio in our slightly cramped bunk house. Thus, due to nature’s rumble, I awoke.
“Huh?” I opened my eyes halfway and yawned, sitting up on the top bunk.
“What was…?” I cut my sentence short and looked out of the fogged up window as best as I could. Rain was pouring down from the clouds, and the small mote that was forming around the porch wasn’t being helped by the waterfall that was streaming from the roof. The sun was trying to rise from behind the clouds although it wasn’t doing a very good job. I pressed the Indiglo on my watch and groaned at the numbers that met my eyes. 5:45. I’m not a regular early riser. What’s more was that no one else in the cabin was awake yet. No one that is, except for Pantsu, the councilor for my group. I could hear her walking towards our room.
“Sheesh Jenn! You can’t wait to start the day, can you?” She greeted as she entered the damp room, struggling to pull a brush though her unusual dyed purple hair. She was still in pajama bottoms.
“Hey.” I greeted back, stretching.
“Good thing that we had our campfire last night, huh?” I joked, pointing out at the rain again. Thunder rumbled dully.
“I’d say. Plus, I think we toasted about every marshmallow in the dining hall.” Pantsu laughed. I smiled.
“Anyway, I was just about to head over to the dinning hall to pick up some breakfast. Do you wanna come?”
“Breakfast? You’re thinking about food this early?!” She shrugged. Guess that there wasn’t much else to think about this early.
“Uh.. sure.” I said hesitantly, jumping off of the top bunk.
When we reached the dinning hall we were surprised to find both doors locked. We finally found a way in through an open window leading into the lost and found room/extra bedroom right off of the kitchen. I wasn’t thinking too much about consequences. The camp directors had a really great sense of humor. In other words, I wouldn’t get into too much trouble for sneaking into the kitchen during a thunderstorm at five in the morning. I tumbled down from the window sill onto a bunch of mattresses stacked sloppily on top of each other. Personally, I don’t know who on earth would sleep in the dining hall except for when the weather was really bad. But at least it served a purpose.
As we crept towards the door leading to the main dinning room I looked at the shelves and at all of the things that people had lost. The items ranged from swimsuits to rubber band balls. Something caught my eye. I looked over at a shelf by the door and leaned in a little closer to see if I was just imagining things.
“What’s up, Osaka?” Pantsu questioned, this time calling me by one of my nicknames. I reached out and gently picked up the little device. Turning it around, I knew exactly what it was. I’d seen them all too many times. It was a Digivice. This model was really unique. It was silver with what looked like little bits of glitter in it. I hadn’t seen this kind on the market.
“Pantsu, look!” I held up the Digivice and showed it too her.
“What is it? I don’t remember seeing it when I came in here last night.” I was still in shock.
“C… can I keep it?” I stuttered.
“As far as I’m concerned.” She paused;
“That is, until we find its owner.” I could hardly contain myself. I let out a little squeal of glee.
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Just remember, it’s only until we find out who it belongs to. Now we better get going before the cooks find us.” She grinned.
“You want some pudding?”
“Chocolate please!” I said nodding.
“Ok then…” Pantsu pulled open the door to the camp’s walk in freezer/refrigerator and searched for the pudding while I stayed behind and looked through the window at the raging storm.
“Hey… it’s getting kind of nasty out there…” I reported.
“Yeah?” Pantsu replied. By the tone of her voice I could tell that she wasn’t taking me seriously.
“Yeah, really.” Deep inside of me, I was beginning to get scared. Who isn’t afraid of storms? My fear was coming out, obviously.
“Hm… you’re right…” Pantsu said as she walked out with a cup of pudding for each of us.
“Um… I’ll be right back…” I said, rushing off to the bathroom. Through the bathroom door Pantsu mumbled something to me. I couldn’t make it out very well over the sound of the fan. Once I emerged from the bathroom, I looked around, Pantsu was nowhere in sight. “Pantsu? Pantsu?” I looked around the main hall, nothing. I walked cautiously into the secondary dinning hall with screens for the windows. “Pantsu? Where are you?!!!!” The thunder was growing louder and louder. “Hello? ANYONE?!” I was interrupted by a beeping. My heart skipped a beat for a second. “Oh no… a weather warning!” I thought. Then it occurred to me… “What in the HECK is going on?” I asked as I ripped the Digivice from my belt loop. |
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