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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Mar 27, 2005 22:01:39 GMT -5
ENTRY ONE
This is actually my seventh attempt at keeping a personal journal...terrible. I'm completely terrible at it. Infrequent. But whatever. Heh.
Today I shall rant a little bit, methinks.
Jandalf is experiencing crunch-time. Usually, such stress only arrives in and around May of each year. But it decided to rear its ugly head about eight months early, and it's still going strong. Stress is something Jandalf can deal with in small doses, but when everything piles up...not happy time.
Oh, well. Today was all right. Easter. Grandma came over for supper, and the pot roast was amazing... (grins) Mom loves that slow cooker. It was the first time I'd seen Grandma since she broke her wrist a little less than a week ago. Tripped outside on a curb. Fortunately, it was a clean break without much pain, but it still sucks. Her right wrist and everything. Heh...my aunt's going to freak out when she and my uncle get back from Cuba.
I discovered I can draw feet. Yay me. Even though we never studied them in all the four semesters of art that I took. Hmm. Perhaps I'll have to let Bell know about that. But my portfolio for admittance into the Red River College's graphic design program is coming along better than I expected, which is a definite plus...
I wonder. Have I ever told anyone online that I'm left-handed?
I will now contemplate a word. The Word of Contemplation: belligerent. Isn't that a fascinating word? From my experience with it, it brings about connotations such as "war-like" or "aggressive". It's commonly used as a trait of animals when their defenses are raised against predators, I've noticed. I have no idea how this word came about.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Apr 4, 2005 17:31:21 GMT -5
ENTRY TWO
I decided perhaps the only reason I go to school is because of the holidays. After all, if you're perpetually on holiday, you're not really on holiday at all, are you?
A few months ago, I thought I hated the book Wuthering Heights. Now I discovered that while I did read it, I didn't really get into it. But we've been exploring the characters, themes, and plot devices in my AP Lit class, and it's really starting to come alive... WH isn't exactly my cup of tea, not so much that I'd buy it, but it really is a fascinating book and definitely a good literary experience. Linton Heathcliff is a whiny little brat and I want to push him off a ten-storey building. He's almost as bad as Colin in The Secret Garden.
We got another car. Finally. A Toyota Camry. It's a '97 model, and in rather good condition. Except we're going to have to work at getting the cigarette smoke smell out of the interior. Apparently, burning a can of coffee grounds in the backseat works. Who knew.
I want another spring break.
Word of Contemplation: abbey. A monastery or convent ruled respectively by an abbot or abbess. This has emerged into some fantasy works such as the Redwall series. Here's an excerpt from King Henry VIII by Shakespeare:
The point of this?
...Don't ask me. I'm busy contemplating here.
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Post by sblomietheinsane on Apr 6, 2005 10:14:03 GMT -5
I hated Wuthering Heights. Cathy is a spoiled, willful brat and Heathcliff is no better than an animal... true love, my wig...
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Apr 6, 2005 17:22:27 GMT -5
My sentiments exactly! I hated all the characters for their STUPID, STUPID selfishness. I had not a one as a favourite. But it's a fascinating book regardless, with all the pathetic fallacy and interwoven schemes. Heh. Emily Brontë might have been a nasty character herself, but she was a veritable literary genius nonetheless. I just wish she could have made ONE nice character. Just one.
ENTRY THREE
Apart from above response/agreement to Sblomie's excellent points...I don't really have an entry. Go me. So we'll skip right along to today's Word of Contemplation.
WoC: callipygian, defined as "having beautiful or elegantly shaped buttocks". This one cracked me up, and I don't think I need to explain why. Jandalf out.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Apr 9, 2005 12:44:58 GMT -5
ENTRY FOUR
Wow. This morning at work was SLOW.
9:00-10:00 - Machine setup. The computer took its average length of time configuring pixel alignment. Blaaaaahhhhhhh.
10:00-10:30 - Mopped the floor. Dusted every last square inch of the place that I hadn't covered yesterday evening, even in places that haven't seen the light of day since they were installed. This photo lab has seldom been cleaner.
10:30-11:00 - Sat there. Wondering what the heck to do next. Checked the little list of "stuff to do when bored". I had already done everything. Maybe some things twice. Considered going to get a Coke, but my legs wouldn't move.
11:00-12:30 - One of the ladies who works in the fashion department right next to the lab came over and asked me if I had nothing to do. I affirmed that heartily. She gave me envelopes to stuff. W00t! Monkey work! Better than just sitting there and letting my brain rot--now I can actually physically be doing something while it rots! Wow!
It's lunchtime now. I'm at home. I'm too talkative. I need brain food. Mmmm...Kraft Dinner.
WoC: prerogative. An exclusive right that's possessed by a person or a group. I HAVE MY PREROGATIVES!! GIVE ME SOMETHING CONSTRUCTIVE TO DO!!!
Jandalf out.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Apr 27, 2005 17:50:35 GMT -5
ENTRY FIVE
I have decided...to relate the details of the dream I had a couple of nights ago. Just because I want to. Oh, and to possibly illustrate the very peculiar workings of my brain.
I got onto this interesting sort of bus (think half youth group bus, half cat bus from the movie Totoro...which is still prominent in my dreams after 11 or 12 years from seeing it) to go pick up my brother's saxophone from the Greyhound depot. Apparently, a bunch of people that I knew in my dream but don't really know in RL needed to accompany me for some odd reason. So we went for a nice little drive, and picked up the sax. Then we decided to completely forget about that bit, and go to the beach.
It was late evening, making everything very dark, and in grayish shades with only faint hints of blue...and the sand had this odd consistency, as if someone had moistened it slightly with a sort of cornstarch slime. Odd. The beach was fairly busy. There were sand sculptures everywhere by miscellaneous people that had already come by and made stuff, but I decided I was bored of this quickly and wanted to make a tunnel in one of the sand hills. It wasn't quite big enough to accomplish this all the way, though, and the tunnel ended up being more like a trench. Someone had made this roller coaster out of SAND...it was no wider than your average ruler, incredibly tiny and detailed. I didn't want to wreck it, so I dug underneath it...then someone said it was time to go.
My dream jumped ahead (in my memory, at least) to where I was standing at a crossroads. Everyone's familiar with the typical creepy path-in-the-woods scene...where you have the skeletal trees, mist over the ground, and everything's dark and gray...except this time, it hit hard. This seemed incredibly real. I was pulling one of those red kids' wagons behind me (of an exceptional length, I might add), and in it lay this invalid, almost completely obscured in blankets. I think I recall him being some sort of king or revered warrior that held rule over a realm somewhere nearby, and I was returning him to his people. Also with me were four items...I think two of them were articles of clothing that I actually do own, another was a small teddy bear, and I'm not sure about the other. Perhaps another bit of clothing. At any rate, I looked left and right down these crossroads; to the left, all I could see besides the dead forest was a figure wrapped in dark robes off in the distance, making her way toward the intersection. I paid her no regard, and turned right.
I must have been in a desperate hurry. Somewhere along the line I entirely lost my grip on the wagon and hurried on ahead, these mantras repeating themselves in my mind over and over again, especially something about what the coefficient of static friction on this path would be. (rolls eyes) I'll blame that influence on my recent physics studies. But I gradually became aware, in my blurred state, that I no longer had the wagon with me. I turned around, and saw that the robed figure had taken the wagon and was heading away, back where she came from...and I had absolutely no doubt whatsoever that she was purposefully stealing it. I shouted and ran after her; she became afraid and started to run as well, fleeing into a house on the side of the road not far down. This house had only three walls...she just ran right into it from the side. I followed after her and demanded to know what she thought she was doing.
She was a strange-looking creature (at least I thought in the dream), pale, skinny and petite, with fair hair, murky amber eyes, and elfin features. She seemed to be distressed at what she'd done but said nothing, just stood there. I seized the wagon back and started out of the house, but on the way out I began feeling sorry for her, as I didn't think she was entirely in her right mind anyway, and went back to give her the two articles of clothing.
She thanked me and after a pause, mentioned that she knew the way out of here and that she could guide me if I wanted. I willingly consented, and followed after her back down the path. The trail gradually turned into a tunnel of sorts, honey-coloured with lines of flashing lights on either side - the left side had red lights, and the right side had blue, at first...but they changed colour alternately and without warning.
The elfin girl nonchalantly mentioned something about Vader's nearby presence. My attention was grabbed and I began asking her questions about the subject, but she became more and more uncomfortable, trying to avoid answering at all. I became angry again, and started demanding answers. The look on her face told me all I needed to know, somehow: she'd been leading me exactly the wrong way. I became enraged; I looked back to check on the ruler I was toting around, to make sure he was all right (he was, in fact), and then turned back to the girl to give her a good telling-off.
She'd completely transformed into this hideous creature with pallid skin, some nightmarish (and now ridiculous-sounding) combination of a half-grown salamander, a squid, and an owl, albeit without the feathers... She still looked extremely perturbed, and slunk away out of sight.
I continued on my way warily, found a door in the side of the hall, opened it up...and there I was. This was the guy's kingdom that I'd been looking for. I pulled the wagon through, and there were a whole bunch of people to greet us. After I was through, the door vanished, another recurring thing in my dreams. Has been since early childhood. Heh. We had a whole big party, splashed around in the courtyard's fountain, and the king or whoever he was seemed to heal immediately. Yay. The end.
WoC: quicquidlibet. It means "whatever one pleases", or "anything whatsoever". I feel like eating something quicquidlibet tonight.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on May 1, 2005 1:06:27 GMT -5
*stares at Jandalf's word relatively horror-struck* Whoa...
Um. That was my only comment that made any sense.
As for that dream... *is remarkably amused and interested, the interested part being because she's been chattering a lot about dreams herself* BAI!
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on May 1, 2005 17:19:03 GMT -5
... (cackles)
ENTRY SIX
It's May the First. Snow has reappeared all over the ground. (sighs) Welcome to Manitoba. I'm considering having a word with Weather Control, seeing as they haven't quite gotten things straightened up since the late spring blizzard and consequent flood of '97.
My birds have problems...wow. I think I'm going to take Mojo to a counseling class and get his little peabrain mind straightened out. In the throes of spring fever, he can't quite seem to realise that his companion is also male.
But then again...some of my fellow high school students also seem to be suffering from spring fever. Especially the senior ones and twos that haven't yet learned how to control their hormonal melodrama. Some of these couples walk around like they're joined at the hip, and exchange these sorrowful good-bye hugs during break, full well knowing they're going to see each other an hour later after class is over. (shakes head) Pitiful. At least some of them are in possession of their senses.
WoC: effluvium. Meaning "invisible emanation; offensive exhalation or smell". Please, no effluvia in public. Thank you.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on May 19, 2005 19:42:47 GMT -5
I am now going to rant/muse/review upon my two viewings of RotS...one at midnight, and the other thirteen hours later. (grins) Blacked out for those who wish to avoid major spoilers...or at least what Jandalf can remember, anyway. If you want to read, highlight it.
[glow=black,112,300]It was thrilling, reading the opening scroll. I won't deny it. I was sitting there, grinning like an idiot for the entirety of it. I remember it started with "War! Blah blah blah..." stuff about Grevious "kidnapping" the Chancellor, and about a certain pair of Jedi going to rescue Palpy's traitorous little behind. Bwahahaha. The camera's view descended to Coruscant...BATTLE!! It was nuts. I'd heard there was to be a space battle above the capital as the opening scene, but this was great.
ARTOO ROCKS!!! W00T!!!! GO ARTOO!!! (cackles madly) He's one droid that knows how to use what he's got. With the oil, and the flames... (cackles again) Anyway.
I was mildly ticked off that Dooku got beheaded so quickly. It was one half hour into the film and everything, but...it just seemed to flick by, then Anakin got all stressed about it, and stuff.
GACK. It looked like Dooku's attack had crushed Obi-Wan's lower body. I couldn't believe it at first until I saw the platform hadn't gone down all the way. Phew. Close call.
(waves arms around madly) "Oh, I don't think the elevator's working..." Heeheehee. And then there was the "happy landing," as stated by Obi-Wan. His typical comments were immensely entertaining, although he seemed a little light-hearted for his character, even for the entire first half of the movie. And Anakin was as whiny as ever. Tsk.
The Anakin/Padmé scenes? Still terribly horribly mushy. But better than what we saw in AotC, I'll give them that. Oh, and the snatches of Anakin's dreams... (sighs) They might have been necessary. But I still found them unforgivably cheesy.
GREVIOUS ROCKS!! YAY!!! Four arms in two. Heh heh heh. I loved that duel between him and Obi-Wan on Utapau. And I REALLY liked the creature that Obi-Wan was riding. Her name's Boga, I know that from the comics, but I haven't looked up the species yet. Grevious's wheel-type transport was cool, too. Yay!! I thought it was sort of cheap at first that he died from a series of blaster shots on Obi-Wan's part, but I'm okay with that now, because his death was fairly spectacular all the same. (grins) Flamies. And of course, the Kenobi comment as he tosses the blaster aside: "So uncivilised."
THE WOOKIEES!! THE WOOKIEES, I SAY!!!! WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sidious was EXCELLENTLY portrayed, in my opinion. Wow. And I was quite happy that they didn't make Mace die in some cheap way, either. I know...I'm a sadist. And no, Boba was not involved. In fact, he didn't make an appearance whatsoever...but then again, I'm not incredibly surprised. But wow...WOW. It was amazing! The 3vilness!! And I liked the little story he told Anakin about Darth Whatsisface that grew powerful enough to manipulate midichlorians into life...heh heh. That caught the Chosen Brat's attention.
All right, I'll admit it. I actually did start crying when Anakin went in to kill off the Jedi that were in the Temple. The younglings who were in the Council chamber, especially. (wails) THE KID TRUSTED HIM, AND SEE WHAT HAPPENED... Bail's brief visit really hit hard, too, where he saw one of the Jedi kids run outside and try to take down the troopers before they got him...but he got shot and Bail became all horrified... AUGH...the pain. (smacks Chosen Brat) And the execution of order 66... MORE PAIN... For some reason, I felt sorry for Plo Koon especially.
I almost panicked when Yoda was thrown to the wall by that initial blast of lightning from Sidious. But then Yoda got up...and that battle was so great. (grins) I've been waiting for them to chuck the Senate pods around like that.
Final duel between Obi-Wan and Anakin? Pure amazement...they moved so fast. Wow, that was thrilling. I completely forgot about the fact that Anakin had Force-choked Padmé for a bit. They were going absolutely nuts...whew. I think they would have died in the flying bits of molten rock from that one big volcanic explosion at the VERY least...but oh well. Snrk. The bit with them dueling on the hovering little platforms over the lava was great. I think Christiansen did a very good job of Anakin's role, especially in this last bit with the duel and the results. But I didn't think Obi-Wan looked quite upset enough...well, he did for a moment, but I didn't see much later. (shrugs)
Luke was born first. This does not at ALL explain why Leia could remember Padmé and Luke could not. I wasn't even satisfied with the explanation of Leia being born first and establishing a Force-connection with Padmé. Bah. And then Padmé died right after naming them, saying with her last breath that she thought there was still some good in Anakin. Tsk. She should've known better. Oh, well. She was smitten with love unto the end, poor girl. Even had that japor snippet in her hands while her body was being carried through the funeral procession on Naboo.
My one major beef: many of the scenes that could have been excellently used to further establish characters and situation were cut far too short. There were also some entire short scenes I thought unnecessary. Those could have been cut to allow for greater expansion... (growls) But yes. Aside from that, and GL's typical cheesy lines, and the noticeable lack of plot... WOO-HOO!!! FIGHT SCENES!!!!![/glow]
Yes, we are still going to have a Word of Contemplation.
WoC: calascent, which means increasing in warmth. That would be me after drinking ginger beer. Mmm, ginger beer.
Jandalf out.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on May 19, 2005 19:52:03 GMT -5
You've seen TWICE!!! No FAIR! *pouts* lol...'tis great and lovely, no? You've done a great review...hmmm...*ponders* This should make for good discussion once everyone has experienced...*sigh*
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Post by Tiana, eh? on May 20, 2005 1:24:50 GMT -5
Until then, I request that all spoilers be blacked out. I might not end up seeing it til Wednesday. I'm sure there's people who won't see it til later. So make sure all are blacked out.
*temptation to read Jandalf's review is strong, but resists*
My mom's against me seeing it twice, and you've already seen it twice?! Not fair...
Wow! I think you posted an actually useable word! *freaks out* Snrk. Off to rant in my own journal to take a break from making new skins, I suppose....
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on May 25, 2005 19:15:32 GMT -5
Aye, twice...and I want to see it again before it leaves the theatres for good... (clutches at her tickets) MY PRECIOUSSS...
Heh. I'll wait to see that word reappear, then...
ENTRY SEVEN (because I never labelled the last one)
MILA-HEE...MILA-HA...MILA-HO...MILA-HA-HA!!!!
GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! (runs around in circles frantically) NUMA NUMA IS 3VIL!!!! 3VIL, I SAY!!!!!!
Ahem. But sometimes I find watching some of the better lip synchs out there entertaining.
(sings the Phantom of the Opera songs she's been learning in choir) Makes me want to see it. Makes me wonder why I haven't finished reading the book. Makes me wonder why I haven't seen the movie.
Hmmmmm.
I bought some books that I don't really want to read. Good thing it was at a library sale, eh? I got a stack of ten or so for twelve bucks. Hoo-yah. Jandalf goes bargaining again. I'll probably get rid of some of them anyway. (cackles) But I do like Leon Uris's stuff. And I got my little claws on a copy of Timeline by Mike Crichton!! W00T!!! Plus I found a copy of FotR in near-mint condition...
(gloats for another while)
Oh, and I'm ready to implode. Life is...is...life. I'm graduating this year; what else do I need to say? CRUNCH TIME. As if I expected it to end. Snrk. I must get better in physics...I must memorise Kepler's laws...I must remember that making up my own formulae is BAD...
(glares at her binder which has grown to the size of a small hippo, even after several recent weight-losses) I dub thee Porky, in addition to thy former name Nom Anor.
I like to mutilate my school supplies. (grins manically)
WoC: pecksniffian, which means noticeably hypocritical. I chose this word because of how it sounded in my head... (snickers)
Jandalf out.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Jun 1, 2005 18:21:04 GMT -5
ENTRY EIGHT
Hefty.
I am awaiting an acceptance letter to the RRC graphic design program; I am awaiting intelligence to make itself known to my birds, as well as the majority of my schoolmates; I am awaiting the release of the paperback edition of the RotS novel, which will only come out in October; I am awaiting inspiration to strike so I can finish up my current chapter of Tatooine Engagement; I am awaiting any sense of direction to dawn upon me so I know WHAT IN ANGMAR I AM GOING TO DO WITH THE REST OF MY LIFE.
Not stay sitting in this chair, that's for certain.
Missions...graphic design...missions...graphic design...
Graphic design for missions?
Augh.
Shadows of the Empire by Steve Perry. If you haven't already, READ IT. One of the few really good books in the entire SW EU.
I want to move to Salmon Arm. Cool people live in Salmon Arm. Why can't I live in Salmon Arm?
WoC: warison, which is the musical note used to signal the start of an attack. HEAR MY WARISON AND COWER IN PH34R!!!!
Jandalf out.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Jun 30, 2005 12:12:53 GMT -5
ENTRY NINEHi, everyone! I'm dead (tired)! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!! Oh, and I've also graduated. So that's what this journal entry is going to be about, by and large. (cackles) Fausty could probably fill you in on any details that I've missed. 'Twas 8:30 in the morning when Jandalf went to get her hair unmercifully pinned up by her favouritest hair dresser. It took an hour and a half, and an estimated 60 bobby pins. I was rather surprised by that...I was expecting more... (snrk) Anyway. She even took some green-coloured gel/glue stuff and streaked some tips of hair that were sticking rather artistically out of the updo. I had to pin my hat on, though...heh. Ow. It felt like the bobby pins were becoming one with my scalp. A post-ceremony Advil fixed that. Nothing much to tell about the official ceremony, though...heh. We had 196 grads in total, 189 of whom were present. And...I started walking off before the vice principal was finished reading out my stuff. (cackles) It's all about the entrance, Jandalf. And the backpedalling. And then I went off to secure mon diploma. Ooh, and I won $500 in total in awards. I'll just have to see if I can't convince Student Services to extend the expiry date (which be Feb. of '06), because I'm DEFERRING my college application until NEXT YEAR, something which I stated VERY CLEARLY AND EXPLICITLY TO THEM... (sighs) Oh, well. I got cash, precious. And I'm in Honour Roll. Ph34r my m4d English skillz. After t3h ceremony of doom, I walked home (since the church we had the ceremony in is one block away from my house...you can see it from my driveway...snrk), ate some Wheat Thins...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Wheat Thins...and sat in front of the computer a little before getting Mom to assist me with putting on my dress. Yes...help was required. Snrk. Corset top, you see: OH, YES, STALKERS, I KNOW THINE WILES!!! (cackles some more) I'll post the full group photo, complete with face-blobs, if Chelsegorn and Faust consent. Heh heh. Here you can only see a bit of Chelsegorn's shoulder. Anyway. That was taken at one of the photo-shoot stands at the banquet, which was held in our surprisingly-good-looking gymnasium, now that it was decorated, anyway. It was a 50s sort of theme, thus the Coke paraphenalia. Mmmmm, heaven. Plus my dress was obviously long and so obscuring that I could wear my sk4t3r shoes underneath, and not some uncomfortable and precarious stilettos or anything. Booyah! It's difficult to stuff yourself in a corset. Anyway. After the banquet of much food, we were carted off to aftergrad, which lasted until about 4 or 4:30 am. Fweeeeeee! The hall that the school rented (called Bergmann Hall) was on the sixth floor of an office building in downtown Winnipeg. Some guy (no doubt named Bergmann...snrk) had bought the floor, I suppose, and renovated it to rent out for social occasions and the like. Very nice. We had a dry bar and everything. Mmm, Shirley Temples. Mwahahahaha. LOVE THE GRENADINE!!! A few rounds of billiards, air hockey, numerous numbers on the dance floor (...well, more like jump/wiggle/undulate floor, since this is our school we're talking about...), a stint with the sketch artist they'd hired (W00t! Good move, that!), everyone getting blinded by camera flashes, and breakfast, we came back home. Arrived at 6 am. Heh heh heh. I fell asleep at home at 7, which means I went 24 hours without sleep. Since I'm lethargic to the extreme today, it means I'm still recovering. Yay! Ooh, and I did receive a letter that says I'm in the graphic design program for certain, and that I won't have to submit another application and portfolio next year... Score! Well, I only know what I'm going to do for the next 3-4 years of my life, and roughly at best. It could all change at a moment's notice. But then...c'est la vie, no? WoC: narcohypnia, a numb feeling experienced on awakening. I felt particularly narcohypnetic this morning, and this journal entry should be able to state why. Huzzah! Jandalf out.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Jun 30, 2005 16:56:38 GMT -5
Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! Group shot!
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Jul 2, 2005 20:05:43 GMT -5
Mmm... I could never get away with wearing a dress like that... well, I COULD. Just the pox marks on my chest would mar the effect... *sighs* Heh heh. I AM THE ONLY MIDDLE-EARTHIAN THAT'S NOT FROM MB THAT CAN PLACE FACES TO ALL OF THE IMAGED PEOPLES... Mwhaha. Fear me. *grins* Well, perhaps not the non-MEI one, unless that's Lindo or one of the other's I met... [mindtrick] And you at least owe me a ungreyfaced shot. Or I'll con it off of Fausty dearest. [/mindtrick]
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Post by Mekka on Jul 13, 2005 22:10:13 GMT -5
Gorgeous dress! Gorgeous and... green!!! And Faust seems to have cool-ish hair...
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Jul 15, 2005 10:43:07 GMT -5
Heh...actually, no, Padawan, I don't think you met the one on the far right. Thankies, Mekka. ENTRY...uh...Oh, yeah! TENReporting in from the last full month of summer holidays I shall get in a long while...possibly ever...until retirement... What a depressing thought. Even worse is that I've already burned hours doing word searches and cryptoquotes. (panicks) Anyway...lessee. Today's Friday the 15th, which means in four days I'll be bootin' 'er over to Alberta. The bootin' involves getting on and off the bus. (cackles) A nice soothing nineteen hour drive...ahhhh. Complete with the typical complimentary smell of a Greyhound bus? Could life get any better? That is, if my brain doesn't start disentigrating on the way there from the bouncing. Heh heh heh. I must bring batteries aplenty for my travel companion, Gregory. He's a discman, but don't tell him that. He's been starting to revolt as it is, making all these weird grindy noises and occasionally flipping out/open. I think it's because the original set of earbuds finally died on me, and he's experiencing difficulties bonding with my new set. I know, I need help. But I can't leave Gregory. But regardless, when I arrive in Alberta, at that nameless town, there I shall be staying with one Padawan of mine for a little over a week... (throws party) I haven't found that Macromedia CD yet, but don't worry, I'm still looking. I suppose my next move would be to ask Caffeinerush where it is. He might just know... Oh, and my birds finally got over their spring fever. (extensive rolling of eyes) It's July already. You'd think they'd get the picture. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand...one more thing. I got a 5 on my university English Lit exam.[/size] WoC: odonterism, which is the chattering of the teeth. When I ride on the Greyhound bus, hear my overwhelming odonterism!! Jandalf out.
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Post by Caffeinerush on Jul 27, 2005 12:16:10 GMT -5
But regardless, when I arrive in Alberta, at that nameless town, there I shall be staying with one Padawan of mine for a little over a week... (throws party) I haven't found that Macromedia CD yet, but don't worry, I'm still looking. I suppose my next move would be to ask Caffeinerush where it is. He might just know... Yes, I did know, because its mine! *growl* And you were going to whisk it away to Alberta without my knowing.
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Post by Mekka on Jul 29, 2005 23:52:38 GMT -5
*scolds* Evil, evil Jandalf...
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