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Probably Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter. I got made fun of all the time too, and except for the classes I did well in, I felt I could never do anything right. Still feel that way often.
Or possibly Mikey Walsh from The Goonies. Especially in the novelization, Mikey is a WHOLE lot like me, down to his lack of verbal communication skills, and his instinctive way of putting together jigsaw puzzles, and his love of adventure. |
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| 04:02pm 29/03/2008 |
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So...Earth Hour. It's tonight, in the USA...I will be shutting off everything I can at 8 o'clock, and it will stay off until nine. http://www5.earthhourus.org/
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| 12:42am 18/03/2008 |
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I hate asthma. Had a minor episode tonight...couldn't get my lungs clear. :sigh: I'd give just about anything not to have asthma.
Anyway, been doing a lot on my website - updated all my virtual kids, and adopted a new one recently. I have fifteen, now. LOL Ah well, it's all in good fun.
I also have a few new kiddies in the dorms - Dorm D has the most recent ones. I went on a kid spree. LOL
It's been nice here on and off. It isn't at the moment...but it was for a few days. And then it got cold. It might be nicer in the next few days, though. I am so ready for summer.
Grr. Still no new claims being taken for the fan art 100! Rats and a half! Well I suppose someday it might be back up.
My left knee and my right elbow hurt. I think I am random tonight. (Aw, no "random" for my mood!)
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| 01:44pm 03/03/2008 |
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Boy, there seem to be a lot of them out there. And I seem to run across them on DeviantART a lot. I wish I knew when people decided that it was truly okay and acceptable to be rude.
Take this comment, for example, on a Daily Deviation someone got of two guys dressed as Mario and Luigi:
"Not enough real critique...you guys didn't do very good Mario and Luigi impressions. Plan and simple. You don't even have their costumes down."
Hugely cruel? No. Rude and snide? Definitely. Helpful? Not at all. "You don't even have their costumes right" doesn't help much. This is not a "real critique". This is just some yahoo saying "Too many people complimented this, so I feel the need to say something rude about it, but I can't be arsed to actually try and help better the picture." And comments like this can be harmful, too.
When did common courtesy and respect become taboo? I dislike when people are rude to others, and tend to defend them. I think everyone should do that...then there'd be fewer creeps out there. And so I said this:
"Perhaps not enough critique. But unhelpful or rudely stated critique is even worse. Because it's potentially harmful.
To give a helpful critique, first, you should make sure you're spelling and typing things right. Secondly, be a little more polite. Thirdly, tell them what they could possibly do to improve the picture. If all you say is "You guys didn't impersonate them right, the costumes are wrong" that doesn't help a whole lot.
Give some suggestions, be more specific. It doesn't take any skill or effort to say "Hey you guys did it wrong.""
I thought it was a fairly polite way of pointing out that he was being rude, and giving some general advice on how he could have made his comment into a helpful one. But it became obvious to me that he didn't really want to be helpful with his critique. He was just using it as an excuse to put someone down. This is the reply I got:
"The fuck is your problem? My spelling's accurate, and I went into enough detail to say what they did fuck up. You're just pissed that someone isn't all cutesy and fucking clean and dandy on YOUR DEVIANTART. Get a life troll."
My DeviantART? I didn't know I owned the place. :rolls eyes: I find that people who like to criticize can never take criticism in return. And this highly abusive reply wasn't even accurate. He did typo "plain", and he didn't go into any detail, really. And he comment to get a life was rather like the pot calling the kettle black, in my opinion.
This was my reply, and it's the last one I plan on making, should he respond.
:shrug: "If you say so. But you should take a leaf out of your own book and accept criticism yourself. And last time I hear, "plain" had an i in it."
Ah, I typoed "heard"... That's too bad. But honestly I wasn't putting all that much effort into it by that point. (Update: As expected, he picked right up on it! I think he's probably ticked off that he said he spelled everything right, and I pointed out he didn't. Oh well. :shrug: I won't bother replying.)
So all of this is just my way of saying...WTF? What is it with people that makes them feel as if they have to put others down? Doesn't anyone realize anymore what's rude and what's not? I get disdained constantly for protesting rudeness and unkindness. It seems that people have, in droves, decided that they're gonna say and do whatever the hell they want, no matter who it might hurt. Courtesy? What's that?
Of course if someone gives them back what the dole out, they have a fit. I guess it's only okay for some people to adopt the attitude. The rest of the world just has to sit back and take it.
So here's my rant of the day. : /
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| Catching up |
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| 07:44pm 28/02/2008 |
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Well, here's some catching up in the life of me. I seem to have mentioned a few years ago (Jeez, it's really been that long) that I thought I might have mental problems. I have been since evaluated: depression and schizophrenia were the two main ones, with depression being very high. The depression I knew. The schizophrenia was a bit of a surprise. Not too much though, when I began reading up on it.
I am also "impulsive"...meaning low impulse control from what I can understand. Leaping before I look seems to be about the same thing. The doctor also said that while I have a very high reading level, when it cape to expressing what I know or trying to explain something, I am only at an eighth-grade level. I understand things well; I explain them NOT so well.
I don't see things the way most people do...that's the biggest part of schizophrenia that was familiar to me. I have known for a while now that I see things and think of things and feel things differently than most people...adults, anyway. I seem to share this way of mind with kids a little more often. I don;t get the huge, imaginary gap that people have put between kids and adults. We're not all that different. Kids aren't alien beings.
But I digress. Anyway, it's all gotten so bad I've been trying to get Social Security Disability. (Anyone who thinks that I'm faking it or that mental illness isn't "real"...etc. can save your breath. Because that's not true.) Anyway, my psychologist says that yes, I should be on it, and need to be getting help. He's been helping us. But it's so many months... So discouraging.
That's one piece of news.
Another is that Dad's had some problems with cancer and infections and ended up having to lose an arm. He's doing a lot better without it; I think the infection has been there for a long time. He's behaving better, too. but my dad and I have not gotten along in a very long time. I won't go into the details here, but suffice it to say he has not been that great a dad, and not a very good person for a long time. I am only now realizing it.
Been having some problems in dealing with other people, especially in the Camarilla, which is the roleplaying White-Wolf fan club that I am in. That's nothing new...I often have had problems with them. Part of it is my own mental problems, I know. but not all. There are some really unkind people out there...and they're usually the ones that get defended and coddled. I don't get it.
I have been lucky with my asthma...I have not had a lot of problems with it of late for which I am very grateful. Been trying to maintain it more.
Been doing a lot of drawing. Did NaNoWriMo (National Writing Month.) I made 50,000 words in time but am still writing the story. (Been trying to get some stuff published, too.) Been fighting off the depression a lot more, which really affects my writing and drawing inspirations. I have also made a lot of updates on my site since my last (not counting last night's) entry.
I have a DeviantART account here: http://hyenacub.deviantart.com/
I have a gallery at Ellen Million Graphics: http://www.ellenmilliongraphics.com/fantasyart/emgartist.php?profile=16
And Portrait Adoption: http://portraitadoption.com/paartist.php?profile=16
I host fanfiction here: http://fandoms.hyenastormcub.com/main/pentafandom.html
Those are most of my internet-type thingies. Except this livejournal of course. (These "tags" things in livejournal is weird. I don't get it.)
I am currently heavily into Harry Potter and Ronin Warriors, artwise; and writing wise I love to write adventure and fantasy. The Pirates of the Caribbean movies are among my favorites. (Davy Jones is awesome.)
My general likes are about the same, though. Reading, writing, roleplaying, climbing trees (when it's bloody warm enough), animals, drawing, music, movies...all that good stuff.
My typing's a lot better, though! Anyone who's known me from way back will notice that. And I still type fairly fast; I've just improved the accuracy. My handwriting still sucks, though.
It's chilly here in Nebraska, but Spring is on the way. It's gotten warmer a little more often, and the last snow is nearly melted. I am sure we'll have a March or April snowstorm like usual...but hey, I can always hope not. I plan on moving to Arizona as soon as I can, though...I have wanted to move back almost since we moved here...which was over twenty years ago. I hope sometimes soon i will be able to.
All of my pets have gone. My first and only cat, Patch, died two years ago this month...I still miss her. I still do things by habit because of her...like watching where I step so I don't trod on her, or thinking she's scratching at my bedroom door...that kind of thing. My snake has died...she was sick, not sure what...and the vet couldn't find anything. She was five years old or so. My rats and hermit crabs are gone. Only Mom's rabbits are left. I want to get a Savannah cat someday...exotic domestic breeds related to servals. Maybe someday I will get a dog that I am not allergic to.
Allergies suck. If they didn't trigger my asthma or if I dind;t have asthma, I wouldn't mind getting itchy around animals. But unfortunately it makes it so I can;t breathe. Why must I love animals, and not be able to get around them, anyway? : /
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| Hello Again |
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| 11:02pm 27/02/2008 |
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It's been a very long time...jeez. I forgot I even had this account. Anyway...nothing to report. I might have to try and keep this journal up, though. It's hard for me to remember things and I have a lot to remember. Bad combination!
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| 01:31am 28/11/2003 |
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Wow, it's been a while. but then that's how I do this kinda stuff, usually. Anyways. My pet rat died last weekend, well one of my three died. I also had an asthma attack. I lost my favorite roleplaying character in the Camarilla (a White Wolf roleplaying organization) And now I;ve got a cold. Good grief.
Going Christmas shopping next week though which'll be cool, and I got the new MYST game that I've been awaiting for four years at least. My mom got 2 rabbits.
A roommate moved out, for a year, at least, which is kinda strange, she's been here for three years. Still in the city, just not here. At least there's more room in our apartment now.
My dad finally got social security disability, so we won't be scraping for money. That's a relief.
Been doing lots of stuff with my drawing and my website.
That's it for now!
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| 02:51am 02/04/2003 |
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The weather was warm as heck today. It was great. My alleriges were as sucky as heck, too, which was not so great! lol. Ah well at elast I got a lot of stuff done.
My rat is running around my room, and keeps running over my foot. he like to jump on people's feet. He;s got a foot fetish. lol
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| Stress and Thanks |
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| 11:56pm 16/03/2003 |
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I have had a very stressful week, arguments with some nasty people, and some family worries and some job annoyances. My dad had surgery around Christmas to remove a kidney, because of a cancerous tumor. It went well, and he has to go in to make sure the spot they found is simply scar tissue from where they cut the tumor. A manager I really like at my work is a foster parent, and one of the little ones he cares for was in the hospital for a while ebcause she refused to eat because of various thigns, and was in danger of dying, so I was *very* worried about that, because I wasn;t sure if she;d live or not. (She;s doing a lot ebtter now, thank the powers that be.) There's a guard at work that has stupid little nicknames he calls females, and obviously won;t honor my transgenderism. I haven;t sene him now in a few weeks though. My mom was sick for a while, as she had quit smoking, and will be susceptible to thigns for a while. (Gods I am glad she stoipped smoking though)
And I think that I might have some psychological problems. I have had near-panic-attacks, and I do NOT have panic attacks. It;s jsut not somehting I do, but I have altely. I;ve been a yo yo, feleing-wise for a few months now, and been a bit paranoid, loew self esteem, ya know all that...stuff. If I get some extra money I might have myself looked at.
But thanks to some friends and some allies, I am...all right, now, at least for the time being. I am listening to good music, I have an audition coming up next week at a very good community theater, and I started a new RPG that I enjoy a great deal. And I have some good friends, and family.
Thanks in particular to Kas, my cousin, who listens to me rant and rave, and whom I know would never betray me; Ericka, one of the sweetest, prettiest girls I've ever met; Jared a friend of mine that I;ve known since the age of 12 (he;s nine days older than me so we call each other twin brothers). Altiaca and Mike and MJ and Jessye and others also helped. Raven, Fox, and a few others; my rats and my cat, and my mom's psycho rabbit and Altiaca's neurotic chinchilla. And most of all my mom, whom I love more than anyhting. I don;t think i could have possibly gotten a better one.
And the people who made the music I am listening to. "Pet Names For Genetalia" made me laugh. "Duke of Earl" I just enjoy listening to. "I;d Like To Teach the World to Sing" makes me smile. And loads of others. I also have the weather to thank, it has been absolutely beautiful here. (80 degrees)
So I have a lot of stress, yes. More than people realize because I don't make public issues out of all my problems usually (But ya know, that's what this journal is for), but I also have a lot to be grateful for.
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| 11:43pm 05/03/2003 |
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The TCats fandom is changing. Was tlkaing to someone about that recently. People are leaving. New stuff coming out, and in a way it;s great, I'm, thrilled to see new ThudnerCat comics. But in a way it;s bad. They;re not old friends anymore. They're being changed, no longer the familiar smarmy characters we're used to. both good and bad I gues. but...sad.
Other thigns are changing too, with not so many good aspects about it. I'd like to turn timd back about a year and a half...yeah, that's a good amount. Thigns were good then. (Except I was outta work, that was a sucky part). eh. I wish a lot of thigns that are impossible, that will and could never happen. Sucks wehen you realize that.
I thought, for a very long time, that I was an optomistic person. but that's been changing and I don;t like it. Lately, no nmatter what I assume the worst. And normalyl while I thught I had pretty good self esteem, I;ve found out lately that it sucks. but far be it for me to whine about it. Others are allowed, to be sure, but not me. I have to grow up and act my age. There have been some poeple IRL latelyt that have acted this way towards me that I;d like to punch. but tohers in my gorup are allowed to have their litlte snotty fits, and it's oh, she;s got a seasonal disorder, or he;s under a lot of stress, or...many ohter excuses.
Excuse me? You think perhaps I don't? Just because I don;t alwys blab my personall life to the whole world. I have plenty of stress. My dad had to go in to surgery arund Christmas to get rid of his kidney, ebcause a hige cancerous tumor was growing on it. My mom's been sick on and off for three months since she quit smoking. Oh, not enough stress? That's not enough to permit me the privelage to not being the happy, peppy person I usuall am? The security outfit I work for might lose its biggest contract, the one i work at, and I might lose my job (and the job market ehre sucks at the moment.) A couple of my pets that I lvoe very much were sick for a while, (they;re okay now) but that was a lot of nice worry for a ltitle while too. I;ve had people turn on me, or decide that other thigns were more important than me, that's always nice. We've had money problems, which is also nice. I;m living in a small two bedroom apartment with four adults in it, so I never have any privacy, that's also oodles of fun (not.) I share a bedroom and rarely get time alone unless no one's home. the upstairs neighbor's kid constranly runs and jumps around up there, and untiul recently the guys across the hallways had their radio on so high on a regular basis that I could even hear it in my room, which is farthest from their apartment! That on a consistent basis'll make ya stressed toO! oh and then there;s a friend of mine at work, one of the managers, who's a foster father. A little 8 year old girl he takes care of refused to eat, weighed 30 poiunds at the age of , and ehr kidneys were starting to shut down. This was in December. She ahd to be in the hospital, and then an eating disorders clinic, and she came close to dying. I was very worried about taht for a while too. She IS better now, she;s gained half the weight they want her to gain, but psychologically she;s not doing so well. Course if seomone dragged me from my mom, whetehr she was fit or not, and thrust me into a systm where every aspect of my life was controlled by soemone else i;d probably be pretty shitty attitude wise too.
And so. Yes, jsut like the rest oc the world, I have problems and strsses. But for some reason, poeple don;t seem to think I need any sympathy. (Sympathy, not pity) or any kind of moral support, save for a select few people. But...other people do! Or mayeb it;s jsut this basic human urge to not let anyone near your heart, and to tell them to deal with it themselves. Yeah...that's what humanity means to people any more.
Anyway. There's my rant for the day, I guess. Things *are* getting a bit better, although i;m still highly stressed about several thigns. But that doesn;t mean i don;t have my problems and don;t have my worries. I still try to be a godo eprson, and try my best to be the kind of person I want to be, and how I think people shoudl be. And I succeed pretty damned well, I think. So...cut me some slack.
And to those whom this doesn;t apply to, well obviosuly, I;m not talking' about ya. there are some to whom I have to say thanks for listening to me and offering an ear to tlak into, or a shoudler to cry on, or an arm for support. And thanks, most of all, for giving me your heart.
Hearts are funny thigns. The actual organ, or course, kinda has to stay in your body. But the figurative version of it is remarkable. You can give the whoel thing to as many people as you want! I read something once. A woman who adopted (or had, i forget) a buncha kids and seomone asked her how she divided her love among so many. She replied she did not devide her love, she multiplied it. See, now that makes sense to me. When yu find a new person to lvoe, you lovedoesn;t get less to inclucde this new person, you simply get a whole bunch more lvoe to give to the new person. Love is cool that way. Hearts are too.
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| 05:56pm 03/03/2003 |
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Well, I am probably going to audition for Sound of Music at the Omaha Community playhouse. Dunno if I'll get it but I defintiely won;t if I don;t try. I just hope I don;t make a total fool out of myself.
Been updating my site like crazy, and been writing some stuff in my fanfics. (And other fics.) New pics, new kids and toys int eh oirphanage, a new pet section.
Other than that...hmm. My work wanted me to work but I had a buncha errands to run.
Caleld UNMC about the depression study they;re doing, so I'll get information about that one hopefully today. (I think I'll call them back).
Other than that...well not a whole lot goin' on!
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| 06:45pm 19/02/2003 |
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Life both sucks and is okay. Sucks because I;ve been thinking lately (like I do occasionally) about tehd aydreams and fatasies I have. (No, not THAT kind.) I love daydreaming and have a great imagination. I can imagine all kinds of cool stuff I;ve always wanted to do. But then when you;re done daydreaming, and realize none of that stuff's ever going to happen, that I;m never gonna be able to do that stuff...well that's dead depressing. : P
Also, I am so sick of rude, disrepsectful peopel who don;t give a shit about anyone else. And people who are just rude to total strangers in stores, on the street, whatever. What does it gain you to shove past soemone in the supermarket? What does it gain you to act all huffy when a customer needs a price check>? Well excuse me for making a mistake. Is it REALLY that difficult to be polite and respectful to people? Is it that much of a horrible ordeal for some of these spoiled little epices of this, of all ages, to act as though they;re a part of the humanr ace, not above it? Who do they think they are that they're entitled to act with such comtempt and discourtesy?
Another depressing thing is realizing that as you grow up (yeah i know, I;m stil resisting it at the age of 26) that your friends also grow up. Except they, unlike me, actually do grow up along with their body, and move on. they have jobs, thigns they enjoy doing and don;t often have a whole lot of time for me. Yes, I know this sounds selfish, and I certainly don;t begrudge them this. (Well not most. There are some that don;t spend time with their friends unless it;s somehting THEY want to do.) But it;s still a horrible feeling.
As for reeasons that life it okay, well I have the best mom in the world. I also have some good friends at heart, and a great cousin. I also figured out a particularly difficult (well, difficult for me) pice of HTML for a website I;m making. Rather a section for my own website. I am getting 377 dolalrs from the IRS and will use this to pay off two bills for good. And we're having spaghetti tonight. Well not really spaghetti, they;re the shell noodels, but otherwise it;s the same.
More later, perhaps.
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| 01:38am 27/12/2002 |
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Well I had a good Chrutmas. Got my Mom and Dad real coo stuff, and got real cool stuff myself. Some Harry Potter little toys. LOTR Special edition. Three other DVDs. A hat with a light in it., A book, a Randall ornament and Monsters Inc Viewmaster. A light-up Palpatine, a lithograph, a bookmark, and Irish coinsfrom my cousin. A bookmark form mom. Jango Fett figure. Lion king pilloiw from a friend. Couple other things. Ate ham for dinner.
And now I;m in a cruddy mood. Partly from post-holiday blues probably, but partly from other shit going on, more than noe thing. Gee I love feeling like this.
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| 06:49pm 05/12/2002 |
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Whoa, I didn;t know you coupld reply to livejournals LOL. Weird. Hello Purrsia.
Spent most of the past two days Christmas preparing. Gettin' gifts and puttin' the tree up and stuff.
Snow and Cold both suck weenies.
Here's some rude thigns from the book of Insults.
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He;s not the missing link, but he;s the weakest.
His birth was a fetal mistake.
If King Kong had seen her, he would have humped the plane.
He once ate his heart out and broke two teeth.
He's so ugly his driver's license photo comes out *nice*.
He's not a good artist but he draws flies.
She'sa born again Cretin.
She hasn;t made lvoe to *everyone*. She hasn;t *met* everyone yet!
Nothing everwent to his head, especially brains.
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| 01:24am 29/11/2002 |
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Well I keep a journal in real life, might as well keep one online! (Yes it;s a journal, not a diary.)
Been reading old rants and flames. Wow I haven;t been flamed by a jerk now in forever. yay! LOL
----------------------Anwyays I figured I would put this weirdo question/answers thing on a friend's journal!-----------------------
my father thinks i am: hard to understand
my mother thinks i am: A really good child.
my siblings think i am: My only sibling is in jail in another state.
+your three best qualities: Weird, Trustworthy, Artistic
+three worst qualities: Overensitive, Immature, Stubborn
+a compliment you got that made you blush: I don;t blush, lol but I got a really ice Email about my adoption site.
+you get embarrassed when: Uh, lots of thigns I guess. Falling on my arse? Once I was in the store with my mom
and I thoguht this lady sas my mom (I jsut glanced and she looked similar) and I tossed somehting in her cart. When I looked up my eyes got all big and I apologized and retrieved my item and slunk off LO She laughed though, she san;t mad.
+makes you happy: my family, my art, being a kid, nature...uh tons of other stuff.
+upsets you: Dishonesty, disloaylty, rudeness, cruelty, murderes, child molesters/abusers...and tons more stuff.
yes or no..
+you keep a diary: No i don;t write a diary, I write a journal
+you like to cook: No way.
+you have a secret you have not shared with anyone: Yes.
+fold underwear: Soetimes.
+you talk in your sleep: I have been told I do often. But then i talk to myself often in waking hours as I;ve been told. So that's not too surprising. I knew I talked to myself but i didn;t know i did that often LOL
+you bite your fingernails: Yep.
last..
x. movie you saw: As of 11/26/02, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
x. movie you bought: For me, Monsters, inc. For others, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
x. song you listened to: Congo River by Jolly Rogers.
x. person you've called: A local mission to ask where to elave donations.
x. person that's called you: Work, wanting me to work on a day off.
x. TV show you've watched: An interesting show about Roswell.
x. time you laughed: Today but i forget for what. I laugh a lot of I;m not in a pissy mood. And SOMETIMES if I am. But not often.
do..
x. you wish you could live somewhere else: Yes. Arizona, or seomoen on a warm coast.
x. others find you attractive: Some I guess.
x. you want more piercing: No.
x. you want more tattoos: No, you can;t change those. I;d rather use a Sharpie marker.
x. you like cleaning: NO!
x. you like roller coasters: Yeah!! They rock.
x. you write in cursive or print: Print, but neither is legible, so it doesn;t matter much.
have you..
x. ever cried over a boy/girl: no.
x. ever lied to someone: Very rarely.
x. ever been in a fist fight: A few times, yeah.
x. ever been arrested: No, I;m the only one of my immediate family who has not.
what..
x. shampoo do you use: Something cheap.
x. perfume do you use: Nope. No cologne either.
x. are you scared of: Ants. I have this phobia of ants. When i was 2 my mom said I sat on a red ant hill in arizona. Those thigns are mean!! And then when about 5 or so, I stood on an ant hill (little black ones this time) I rmemeber that one. It wasn;t fun. I used to have a phobia of bees and wasps but I;ve manage to get that one down to strong wariness.
x. favorite food: Too many to mention.
x. color: green.
number..
x. of times I have had my heart broken? N/A
x. of hearts I have broken? N/A
x. of people I've slept with? N/A
x. of people I consider my enemies? Oh...there's a few. Online AND offline.
x. of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? 2 or 3 times during school, once in frouth grade (and my pic toO!) when I did a music contest for band (played the flute then). The brass quintet I was in got pictured in the paper when we did a Christmas roving musician thing in town. A letter I wrote to Santa Claus got published once when i was 8 or 9. My ThunderCats years! I THINk that;s it.
x. of things in my past that I regret? Lots. |
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