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Here are some random ramblings of a girl that will probably end up in an insane asylum sometime in her near future...Kookookachoo. She loves her Queen, she loves her Beatles and her Who and her Zeppy and her music in general. She loves her writing. She loves love. And she loves you. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Before I get started on my schoolwork...

I had lost this and had looked for it for ages and ages and ages and ages and ages and ages...
AND I FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The one in the middle, Greatest Hits II. I had lost it a long time ago. Well, I didn't really lose it, but I put it away in the wrong place...(blast this Blondie jewelcase!) Anyway. I'm just glad that I found it.


I'm listening to Under Pressure right now. It's sounding do good to me right now.XD

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Things I learned from the marvelous Eddie Izzard

Eddie Izzard Stripped
~Wikipedia is the world's best source for jokes. Its creators live in a toilet.
~God's first name is John.
~The word "assassin" comes from the ancient word "hashashin" as a result of the ancient hunters doing drugs, such as opium or hashish, before going out a' killing.
~Their were three sets of the Ten Commandments. The first one contained commandments such as "Thou shalt never piss on a toaster." Moses thought this was silly. The second ones were cowritten by squirrels. The third set only had nine commandments, but then, because God wanted a tenth, "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's ox" was added. (Thou shalt not COVER thy neighbor's ox makes more sense: covering an ox could be downright annoying.)
~The first paparazzi consisted of tapestry makers.
~When in doubt about which of Henry IIX's wives were beheaded, consult Wikipedia, because Wikipedia is ALWAYS right.
~The vikings invented words like "kiosk" and "yogurt". So, when they were bored with raping and pillaging, they would sell said yogurt at said kiosks.
~A giant squid chronicled his trip aboard Noah's boat from a bathroom. His partner was strapped to the roof.
~How kings were made among cavemen: A man cut of an animal's skin (the animal didn't mind) and wore it proudly, despite the flies.
~The pilgrims, when coming from England, decided to start calling trolleys gurneys (after a character in Dune) and decided that a trolley would be a street car. They rode the rest of the way across the Atlantic in a trolley and then adapted really odd accents.
~Every civilization has periods in which they are "bat shit crazy." The Germans just happened to do it all at once between 1933 and 1945.
~How to disprove intelligent design: 1.) We have an appendix, and since we've been created, we've not eaten a blade of grass. 2.) A cow has four stomachs. 'Nuff said. 3.) We poo. Poo makes disease.
~You can psychologically win a game of tennis by changing the "bizarre sex"-esque noises made when hitting the ball. So, instead of going, "Ooh! Aah!" over and over again, shake things up by going, "Eee! Oh! Zap! Bang!"
~How a giraffe deals with a tiger: The giraffe will cough until his other giraffe buddy sees the tiger as well. Then, all of the giraffes will line up, one behind the other. The one in front will act French. Then, the tigers will be so confused that they've gone from Asia to Africa to Europe so quickly that they will leave. If this fails, the giraffe will use a chair. At worse, the tiger will become stuck in the chair. But he makes a lovely seat for the rest of the tigers.
~You are not witty if you shout at Eddie that he is an executive transvestite, nor are you witty if you finish his jokes (as with the yogurt selling kiosk. He will tell you to shut up and make everyone laugh at you.)
~Darwin translated a work from Latin to, "Monkey, Monkey, Monkey, Monkey, US!"
~Perhaps God should have put a note in the front cover of the Bible saying, "By the way, it's ROUND."
~If Eddie was God, we'd all be vegetarian and not want to kill anything. Maybe our appendix would be put to use!
~A torch, no matter how old, will always work no matter what.
~This is tightly scripted.
~This is also tightly scripted.
~This is also tightly scripted.
~Eddie can conduct the crowd's cheering. (Seriously, it was brilliant. XD)
~As long as it makes you happy, who really cares?
~In Eddie's head, The Riches comes on at nine (actually comes on at ten).
~We're all just a bunch of groundlings.
~Eddie STILL doesn't know why on earth he told us what a superindentent was.
~Eddie's pro-Obama.
~God color-coded the planets.
~Mercury is insane.
~God lives on the dark side of the moon with Pink Floyd and Darth Vader.
~In the time that it took God to create the earth, badgers learned French. They will not eat creme bruelle.
~Eddie likes his Lord of the Rings.
~Jesus refers to God as "Dad" and thinks he's off his rocker for making dinosaurs.
~The same squid that hung out in Noah's tub was the one that held back the Red Sea.
~Noah first built a mathematical arc, decided it wouldn't work, and built a boat instead.
~The Ancient Egyptians died in a car crash: they ran into a tree.
~Stones used to be high tech.
~When people went from hunting/gathering to farming, they lost much sexiness. The only sexiness that might have shown was when they might have to chase someone down to protect their barley.
~"Don't lie, Jimmy!" "But, Mum! You lie all the time! You lie every time you click 'yes' on reading the terms and conditions!" "Yes, but that's a grown-up lie!"
~How Einstein Proved Relativity: You go to a trainstation. You get on a train. Your uncle is at the stop. You both have different clocks, but it's okay: it's all relative. Wait, I lost my train of thought...
~God should have given us all a banana.

That's all I remember right now...But it was brilliant! XD I love Eddie Izzard! I think we even saw his limo. We didn't get to meet him or anything, but it was still cool. I breathed the same air as him! Mandy and I nearly hyperventilated. XD I looked at Mandy and said, "Wow...I feel like I just did something major, like lose my virginity or something," to which she replied, "You did!"


I'm still buzzing.

Much love for Eddie! I don't agree with everything he says (not by a longshot!), but the main goal I'm pretty sure he has in mind--besides making us laugh--is to make us think. And think I did! ^_^

I'd love to do it again.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008


I'm going to go see Eddie Izzard tonight!!!!!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

A Dream...

I have awakened with Plug In Baby stuck in my head...XD Make of that what you will.

I don't remember all of the dream, and this frustrates me. I went places, there was a secret love affair, there was an actual plot! I remember this much: I just don't remember what they were. I've put up pictures of each character's face--or atleast, what I picture them as. I know the outfits don't translate: they're not meant to. :P

In the dream, I think I was a character of mine, a Frenchwoman called Lady Allette. She is a bit of a maneater, but doesn't intend to be. She's very sweet and appears to be naive. Anyway, the only bit of the dream that I remember is a dance.
Shannon Sossaman

She is approached by several people, all of whom she secretly knows, to dance. This list of men includes:
Sir William
jimmy page
Sir Charles
Roger Daltrey
Sir Robert
Robert Plant
Sir Isaiah
One of the reasons why I love Freddie Mercury.
Sir Titus
alex kapranos
Sir Felix (Titus and Felix were my brothers)
Matt Bellamy & Stephenie Meyer
(On the left is Stephenie Meyer, my favorite author.)
Sir Jonah
Pete Townshend
And several others.

I stumbled with the ones I didn't know, but with the ones I did, I moved fluidly, I guess because I was more comfortable around them.

Finally, a rather charming fellow who was also named Sir William approached me. We danced, but, seeing as I didn't know him, I stumbled, went the wrong directions, so on. He just laughed a little, and we spoke. I don't remember what about: something how he thought I was a good dancer and what had happened, and I replied that I didn't make it a habit of letting strange men touch me. Something like that.XD

And that's all I remember.

I've had Lady Allette in my head for some time for a project to tackle after I finish Never Be. Not sure when I'll get to it or even if I'll get to it. But basically, my rough idea for her was that she was a French orphan brought in by a country lady (iffy on her name):
Lady Judy Dench As "M" In 007 James Bond
The difference between my dream and my original idea was that Charles and the first William were Allette's adopted brothers, not Felix and Titus. I guess it doesn't matter: I'm just trying to get my thoughts straight right now. Helps me if I put it in writing. Anyway, Allette promptly falls in love with both of her adopted brothers (she's taken in when she's about 13) and grows into womanhood with them. Both of them adore her and eventually start to fight over her. She gets angry and refuses to choose between them: she takes both. She soon finds other men as well--the ones in the list--and all of them fall for her: they protect her and act as her family. Her adopted mother isn't enthused over this, but figures that she can't really do anything. That is, until a rich, powerful gentleman comes in and proposes to Allette. She is shocked and refuses. Her adopted mother is enraged and says that Allette is insulting the young man--his face keeps changing in my mind, but right now he is the second William--and forces her to marry him.

So, Allette goes to live with the man. She is determined to grow fond of him and be congenial, but the whole time she is also scheming how to get back to her "family." She becomes close to Isaiah, who becomes a sort of mother figure to her: he's a male prostitute that her husband would refuse to keep her around if he knew about it. Eventually, Allette falls in love--again!--with a servant of hers that she had been snubbing. They have an affair, and her husband finds out. She doesn't think that he will be that angry, but he is. He pulls some strings and has her exiled to Corsica, where she dies. There, she finds Jonah, a gentle artist who is exiled for murder. They cling to each other, not because they are in love, but because they are all that the other person has. They both die in Corsica, perhaps by suicide. I'm not sure.

My original thought for the story was that all of Allette's lovers were called in a seance by a well-meaning pagan father that wanted to teach his daughters why hedonism equals heartbreak. Instead, they are dragged into her story and feel very sorry for her.

It would take place either sometime around the French Revolution, or else a bit earlier.

So...Yeah. That's my thought! XD Had it a while back...not sure if I want to go through with it or not.

I dunno. XD

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


Let's see...Sir Paul McCartney will be 66 tomorrow: June 18.
Paul McCartney
Cyndi Lauper is turning 55 (I think) on Friday, June 20.
cyndi lauper
Danny's turning 15 on Friday, too.
my guitar hero
(That pic's about two years old.XD)
And my daddy turned 45 today. ^_^ I don't have a picture of him on here...He'd probably prefer I didn't get one up. XD He's kinda paranoid...But I love 'im anyway. Mucho mucho.

So. Happy birthday, all!

Okay...I have homework for everybody here. Go on Youtube and look up Lisztomania. It's a Ken Russell film (remember the director of Tommy?) about the life of pianist Franz Liszt. It's so horrible, it's brilliant. XD It makes Disney look historically accurate, and there's a lot of really weird scenes, but it's still a lot of fun. I was glued. :P It came out in either 1975 or 1976, but it's never been released to DVD or VHS. So, go watch!

Roger Daltrey plays Franz and Ringo Starr (of all people!) plays the Pope.

So, go watch. NOW. I command thee.
Lisztomania 2
And so does Roger.

PS: I forgot! Ben Loka is turning 25 on Thursday.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Perhaps I am just a stupid American.XD

Well, I haven't been posting a lot of pictures recently, so here's one.
Brian May
Anyway, I got my transcripts from my school back yesterday, and out of my freshman class, which consisted of over 700 people (I think it was something like 724...), I ranked number one.

I was really happy.

I went to the back room, turned on Queen Live at Wembley Stadium, and blasted We are the Champions at an unholy volume.

Yes. Very happy.

This morning, my mom woke me up at 7 am to wrap my dad's Father's Day presents (Happy Father's Day, by the way). I had stayed up 'til midnight or so working on Danny's present, so I was pretty out of it. Then, my mom comes in, not even letting me wake up a little or anything, saying, "Well, get up! Are you ready? C'mon! I told you not to stay up too late!" Yes, I mouthed back. I'm 15. It's my job.

But I obeyed. She handed me a card to fill out, and she started to wrap the gifts we had bought for my dad.

In the card, I started to write, "I love you very much," but had one little hiccup...

I misspelled the word "I."


I'm not joking. I could show you the card.

So, after that, we finished with the presents. My mom woke me up again around 8 or 9, nagging me about closet space and hangers. Then, she came back at 10, saying, "Well, you've slept enough. C'mon. Get up! Don't you want to see your dad and his presents? I told you you shouldn't have stayed up so late."

Dot. Dot. Dot.

I'm still half asleep.

And I know this is stupid of me. I know I shouldn't be irritated at her. But I am. Now she's trying to get me to clear out closet space...When I already cleaned out my closet. "Your clothes won't fit!" (Never had an issue before.) "How many more YEARS are you going to let it go? *insert exasperated, melodramatic sigh here*" She said this after I had said, "I'll do it after I'm done with this blog entry."

XD I know I sound stupid.

And teen angsty.

I love my mom, but sometimes she gets on my nerves. I'm sure I do the same to her.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

6:48 in the morning...on a SATURDAY.

And I can't sleep. Woke up about six and laid in bed for a long time. Couldn't get comfortable. Now my head hurts like a mother flamingo.


Ah, well. Roofers are coming to our house mom and I are evacuating the premisis.

My dog won't listen to me...

Yayz! He obeyed.

ANYWAY. I started thinking, while in bed. Just...about things in general. And I got so excited that I couldn't even consider sleeping anymore.

Happened last night, too. Took me ages to get to sleep. XD

Just thinking, well...get ready to barf! about Danny.

I've been thinking about him a lot lately. A lot more than usual. I guess because I've been working on his present...and he likes it thus far. ^_^

I feel like a little kid on Christmas...except minus the shiny wrapping paper and mistletoe.

I don't feel like I'm making any sense. Perhaps I should go get some coffee before I try to explain...XD

I love him. That would sum it all up, wouldn't it? But...gah. XD He's amazing.


Geez, you could have WARNED me you were going to barf.

Ah, well. Never liked these shoes, anyway.

Oh, and if you've never heard My Sacrifice by Creed, that's your homework. Go listen to it. Creed was my favorite band in, like, third grade--I had fairly heavy tastes for a nine year old--and I've recently rediscovered them...My Sacrifice brings tears to my eyes nearly every time I hear it. It's great--they're happy tears! I'm not emo! XD "Brings tears to my's great": that sounded a tad masochistic...

Anyway. It's 6:56 now. I should really go...Yo estoy preparando para se dice "evacuation" en espanol? XD

But, before I go...
0H N03S!!! M0NK3Y W1TH A CAMARA!!!!
(Turn up the volume...My mic sucks.XD)

(Okay, now turn the volume DOWN. Don't want to blow out your speakers...This one's normal volume level.)

Thursday, June 12, 2008

I'm tired of being looked at like I'm stupid.

I might not be the smartest person out there, but I'm not dumb. You don't make all A's in school and get an 1800 on the SAT when you're in 7th grade by sliding by on stupid.

It's rude to look at people like that, especially in a matter like this. You don't understand. I could explain it to you, but most likely, you still wouldn't get it.

I met my boyfriend over the Internet.

Just by saying that, I bet you automatically assumed either A: he's a rapist, or B: we're sad WOW junkies that can't get a boyfriend/girlfriend otherwise.

That's what you assume.

And you're wrong.

Of course you'd expect me to say that, wouldn't you? You shake your heads, continuing to give me the stupid-eye. "Of course he's not fourteen, Grey. He's probably not even British. He's just saying that to lure you in." You might not say it out loud, but that's what you're thinking. I can tell.

My uncle, just today, basically said that everybody on the Internet is a liar. "I know human nature!" he exclaimed--stupid-eye included. "You can't trust 'em! If you could, they wouldn't be hiding behind a computer!"

Then, very quietly, I said, "They're not all hiding." Of course, he didn't hear me.

I don't hide. Of course, I'm not way out there with everything. I don't hand out my phone number, my address, or anything like that. I'm not stupid. But I don't lie about who I am. The only "lie" I have on here is my country of residence...I think I put Zanzibar (that's where Freddie Mercury spent his childhood), but if you read this thing for just a few minutes, you could easily figure out that I'm screamingly American.

So, am I lying? No.

I'm not the only one that's not lying. I think it's ridiculous that everybody around me seems to assume that, just because there's a few Myspace rapists on the news that every single Internet user is that calibre of person.

Oh, and before you look at me like I'm stupid or pathetic because of Danny, here's the thing:

I'm not pathetic. I have a life and friends. I do lots of extra curricular things. And, if I wanted, I could have a different boyfriend every week. I could have already had my first kiss. But if that's what it takes for me to not be pathetic--if I have to take advantage of the males around me--then I'll pass.

And as for being stupid...I know Danny. We talk on the phone. Web cam. He wrote me a song for Valentine's Day and sent it to me in CD form. My mom knows his dad. I've argued with his brother over religion. I've seen his dogs. I know his best friend. I've experimented on Google with his little sister. So, unless he's got all of these people in on a little scheme of his to somehow scrape enough money together to get over here (Yes, he is actually British. We write. *gasp!* He knows where I live!) just to rape me or something like that...That, my friends, is stupid. Not my trusting him. Your doubting me. That's stupid.

Besides, I've known him for going on two years now. If all he wanted was to take advantage of me, he would have already done so. He would have been more of the pursuer instead of me. He has never done ANYTHING that could be construed as making me uncomfortable. He's rarely perverted, and if he is, it's because he's making a joke. He respects me better than any other boy I know.

Once, this kid even told me to my face that me having a boyfriend I've never met face-to-face was stupid. I'd never even talked to this kid before! He just overheard what I was saying to a friend. "That's stupid," he said. I turned around to him and said, "Well, evidentally not. We've been boyfriend and girlfriend for going on seven months now. It's worked really well so far." And then he gave me the stupid-eye.

So, what am I supposed to do? Become the run-of-the-mill teenage girl that falls in "love" countless times, has a different boyfriend atleast every other month, experiments a little with girls because I just might be bisexual, only to have my heart broken? No. I'm in love right now. I. Love. Him. Still sounds stupid? Okay, fine. That's your problem. Go tell Dr. Phil on me. Continue to warn me. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

Just leave me alone in my supposedly stupid and pathetic, nearly eight-month-long-so-far happiness.

It's better than anything that any other girl my age that I know of has experienced.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Quick Question.

I was just wondering: in your eyes, which of these is better--or worse?

Here's two different kinds of people:

Jenny is a hedonist. She believes in free love and likes her dope more than a little. But she's a kind soul. She helps everyone she can, loves animals--heck, she's even vegan--and is accepting of others. She has no religion, but tries to be one with everyone else: she meditates every morning for at least half an hour. She spends her time pamphleting for her causes.

Mary is a moralist. She would never sleep with anyone but her husband. She doesn't drink, she doesn't smoke, she was a virgin until she was married. She goes to church every Sunday and teaches Sundayschool for kindergarteners. However, she tends to look down her nose at people that aren't like her, people that have looser morals than she.

So...What do you think?

Friday, June 06, 2008

I don't know what's wrong with me...

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry...for everything. For not being with you, for being first angry at you, then hateful, then apathetic. Now, I just miss you. I don't know where you are or where you're going...I don't even know what you look like anymore. But the fact remains that you're my brother. I love you, and I miss you. I don't know how else to get in contact with you except through here...if you even still have the URL.

I'm tired of being angry at you. Now, I just want you to come home. I don't remember the last time I saw has to have been two years at least...feels like longer.

Wherever you are, whatever you're up to, please be safe. That's all I can say. I'm praying for you. Don't do anything else stupid. It hurts not only you, but everyone around you.

I love you, Jacob.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

This list is SO screwed up!!!!!!

As of 2003, this is who Rolling Stone magazine called the top 100 list of guitarists. They deserve to be shot.
1Jimi Hendrix
2 Duane Allman of the Allman Brothers Band
3 B.B. King
4 Eric Clapton
5 Robert Johnson
6 Chuck Berry
7 Stevie Ray Vaughan
8 Ry Cooder
9 Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin
10 Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones
11Kirk Hammett of Metallica
12 Kurt Cobain of Nirvana
13 Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead
14 Jeff Beck
15 Carlos Santana
16 Johnny Ramone of the Ramones
17 Jack White of the White Stripes
18 John Frusciante of the Red Hot Chili Peppers
19 Richard Thompson
20 James Burton
21 George Harrison
22 Mike Bloomfield
23 Warren Haynes
24 The Edge of U2
25 Freddy King
26 Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave
27 Mark Knopfler of Dire Straits
28 Stephen Stills
29 Ron Asheton of the Stooges
30 Buddy Guy
31 Dick Dale
32 John Cipollina of Quicksilver Messenger Service
33 & 34 Lee Ranaldo, Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth
35 John Fahey
36 Steve Cropper of Booker T. and the MG's
37 Bo Diddley
38 Peter Green of Fleetwood Mac
39 Brian May of Queen
40 John Fogerty of Creedence Clearwater Revival
41 Clarence White of the Byrds
42 Robert Fripp of King Crimson
43 Eddie Hazel of Funkadelic
44 Scotty Moore
45 Frank Zappa
46 Les Paul
47 T-Bone Walker
48 Joe Perry of Aerosmith
49 John McLaughlin
50 Pete Townshend
51 Paul Kossoff of Free
52 Lou Reed
53 Mickey Baker
54 Jorma Kaukonen of Jefferson Airplane
55 Ritchie Blackmore of Deep Purple
56 Tom Verlaine of Television
57 Roy Buchanan
58 Dickey Betts
59 & 60 Jonny Greenwood, Ed O'Brien of Radiohead
61 Ike Turner
62 Zoot Horn Rollo of the Magic Band
63 Danny Gatton
64 Mick Ronson
65 Hubert Sumlin
66 Vernon Reid of Living Colour
67 Link Wray
68 Jerry Miller of Moby Grape
69 Steve Howe of Yes
70 Eddie Van Halen
71 Lightnin' Hopkins
72 Joni Mitchell
73 Trey Anastasio of Phish
74 Johnny Winter
75 Adam Jones of Tool
76 Ali Farka Toure
77 Henry Vestine of Canned Heat
78 Robbie Robertson of the Band
79 Cliff Gallup of the Blue Caps (1997)
80 Robert Quine of the Voidoids
81 Derek Trucks
82 David Gilmour of Pink Floyd
83 Neil Young
84 Eddie Cochran
85 Randy Rhoads
86 Tony Iommi of Black Sabbath
87 Joan Jett
88 Dave Davies of the Kinks
89 D. Boon of the Minutemen
90 Glen Buxton of Alice Cooper
91 Robby Krieger of the Doors
92 & 93 Fred "Sonic" Smith, Wayne Kramer of the MC5
94 Bert Jansch
95 Kevin Shields of My Bloody Valentine
96 Angus Young of AC/DC
97 Robert Randolph
98 Leigh Stephens of Blue Cheer
99 Greg Ginn of Black Flag
100 Kim Thayil of Soundgarden

I cannot express in appropriate language--or even PG-13 rated--the thoughts that went through my head as I read this.



I'm breathing now.

I'm okay.

Hah, did anybody else get the humor in the fact that Brian May was #39?

Not funny.

I could rant for so long on this, but I won't. Because everybody knows that The Stone sucks now.

Sure, they were cool back when they had John and Yoko or Tommy the Pinball Wizard or whatever on their cover, but now? They have crap like Fallout Boy and Zac Ephron on the cover.

Someone needs to cause a revolt in the Stone office building and take over. Either that, or everybody needs to start reading Mojo. Which is amazing.

I'm going to go to that site before I break my PC...

Sometimes, I hate being female...

Alison Krauss and Robert Plant
Seriously. I have to look good whenever I go out. I bleed for a week once a month (shouldn't that kill me?). And stupid boys won't leave me alone.

I want to scream.

And punch Heidi Montag in the face. Because she sucks. Nobody gives a rat's about her, and she's still on the cover of magazines. What the hell did she even do to get famous? Paris Hilton deserves it more than she does.

And I'm tired of being called repeatedly by this one guy friend of mine...and when I don't pick up, he keeps calling. He even called me today because I hadn't called him back soon enough for his liking. And he keeps emailing me...

It's downright rude. Guys keep coming onto me, even though I have a boyfriend. I want to hit my head into a wall...It's so annoying. I didn't have an issue with this sort of thing until I actually did get a boyfriend...

On a lighter note.

I have found that the best things to do if I'm feeling as crappy as I do now is to:
1.) Talk to one of the fine, young British gentlemen I've befriended over the past while (you know who you are).
2.) Listen to anything with Robert Plant, whether it be Zeppelin or his stuff with Alison Krauss (I swear, Raising Sand picks me up and calms me no matter how bad of a mood I'm in).


I feel better now. ^_^

I think I'm going to go curl up with The Once and Future King and a cup of tea...

Buh-bye. :)


Gah! I love this song sooo much!

And especially this version!

Don't really have much to say right now except that I'm really happy and that I'm writing a short story with Molly and Toby. I missed them, so I thought I'd just give them a visit. ^_^

So...A-visitin' I go. ;)

Love ya!


Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Why, yes, I AM a nerd.

(Three points if you know the owl's name.)
Why? Well, I've been reading The Once and Future King for school. Okay, so that's not nerdy. What IS nerdy, however, is that I've been doing background reading on all of the characters, mentally comparing them to T.H. White's versions...Yes, I like the book that much. Even though it's a complete and utter tome and it's taking me ages to read.

Nerdiest of all: I've been quoting Merlyn--my favorite character--to everybody that would listen.

I'm rediscovering fantasy.

I want to reread Lord of the Rings, even.

Whoo!!! I beith a nerdy nerd!!!

Okay, now that that's out of the way...

The main reason I'm on here blogging at the oh-so-early time of 10:12 AM (*cough*) after I've just woken up is to say that Morgause is a cat-killing whore.


Wait, I had a dream...

Oh, yeah! XD

It was completely un-Arthurian, but still kind of fun. In it, I was this assassin, but I was undercover. Basically, in the dream, there was this one girl with this huge rifle trying to kill everybody in the rotunda of my school. I basically ran towards the rotunda, looking scared and confused, and told everybody else to leave out of the other end of the hallway, not to follow me. I continued the innocent look, even until I pulled this tiny gun from my sleeve and shot the girl in the temple. There was no mess...I don't even remember any noise. But she died.

I ran out as fast as I could, thinking that nobody had seen me. I joined my classmates, freaking out over the classmate-turned-murderer-with-a-rifle. But there was this tall Russian guy (a character of mine from 5th grade or soXD) who later introduced himself as Vikovi that saw what I did. He came up to me, a puzzled look on his face, and started to hint that he knew.

So I ran.

He followed, saying he just wanted to talk.

I think I woke up when he caught me...

So...I dunno! Sounded like a cool beginning to a story, with perhaps a little bit of tweaking...Or maybe I'll think it was completely and utterly stupid once I wake up more.

Ah, well.

It was fun.

Vikovi was hot. Tall, black hair, icy blue eyes...

I don't know why, but he kinda looked like Danny...


*ahem* I really should get some coffee and wake up properly before I say something I'll regret.

Love ya!

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