Oh damn.
Monday, November 22, 2004, 06:31 p.m.

Just screwed that up, didn't I.

I'm sorry.





Fallout.
Friday, November 5, 2004, 04:02 p.m.

In my brother's AIM profile:

Batten down the hatches, it's another four years for the US of A.

Yeah.

Not just that. What really irritates me is the people wandering around going either 'haha WE won' or 'oh shit WE lost' because...we? What happened to the UNITED part of United States of America? So people support candidates...that doesn't necessarily mean it's a war of Bush People (which just sounds weird) vs. Kerry People (which is almost as bad).

Hey, one of my teachers said something interesting. "If there was a slot on the ballot for None of the Above, that slot would've won"...and my band director would now be president, but that's not how things work, now is it.

Apocalyptica is even better than Muse, if you're tired of being screamed at by strange alternarock people. Hardxcore cellos, yo, playing Metallica and amazing original things called Beyond Time and Something Around Nothing and Path (Path is the best). Yes.

(disappointed) me



More encouragement.
Tuesday, November 2, 2004, 01:55 p.m.

On the off chance I have any visitors of voting age...

VOTE. Even if it's just so you have a right to complain later, VOTE. For change, for you, for America, to get people off your ass because they're all telling you to vote...

And hey, if it's for Kerry that's just all the better.

(wishing I were 18) me



Blech.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004, 10:39 p.m.

Mmm...Livejournal hates me. The Internet, rather. All of it.

But I looooooove you.

(so give me COMMENTS.) me



Converts, among other things.
Friday, October 15, 2004, 03:34 p.m.

T is a new convert to MUSE! Damn, I'm good.

...no pictures. Sad, because SB got in on the little-tiny-skirt fashion started by MB. And A2 was wearing fishnets, and PH had purple-and-white polka-dotted bloomers under his skirt, and JH rocked the Time Warp like wow. Good times.

I need to clean my marching shoes.

And in other news...? Something. I'm off.

(I'm just a sweet transvestiiite!) me



Couple things.
Thursday, October 14, 2004, 09:03 p.m.

...BVD guys in uniform. Oh my fucking lord.

That's all I'll say on that matter, although there's a chance I'll have pictoral evidence tomorrow. Does MB's even conform to dress code...?

The best band in the world is performing a show at the 9:30 Club on November 8th. Brotherdearest was talking about getting tickets and kidnapping me from LL's house - I'm staying there while my parentals are off in California.

...It's sold out.

JT goes talk talk talk talk talk like he can't deal with shutting up. I hope to God this is just PMS, but...awwrugh. He doesn't understand the subtle nuances of sarcasm.

And I still have to decorate my fucking Anglo-Saxon riddle crap thing, English projects and presentability be damned.

I'm sorry. Whinewhine.

Aaagh, stupid people. No. No, P, there is no way what you said today would ever happen. Are you and... No. Seven zillion and a half times no.

I'm glad I'm surrounded by cool people.

(disappointed) me



Kid spot.
Monday, October 11, 2004, 07:27 p.m.

CHUCK E CHEESE. Wow...nostalgia hitting like a cannonball, except not because I think it was about the second time I've ever been in one of those silly little places.

I got the most tickets of anyone there...my OM team went and I got 204 tickets because I was lame and stood by the easy thing until it spat about seventy things at me (wasting fourteen shiny little tokens). I gave all the tickets to Superhero and Lizard. Everything there...it's cute and all, but I'd lose all of it and then find it again and they didn't have candy and I wouldn't attach any meaning to any of the crap. So okay. Superhero insisted she give me a mini-clapper - one of the ones with two hands and a handle and you shake it and the hands smack each other, and it's two inches long in bright orange and rather offensive green - and a shiny Shrek sticker. Fine.

Our school government would have us believe that this week is to be spirited. Tomorrow there's an excuse to wear pajamas to school. I may participate, because I've got my killer It's Happy Bunny pants. They're too big and bright pink and have blue bunnies in straightjackets all over them.

Mmm.

Full of grease and cheese and soda. So good.

(silly) me



I don't exist.
Monday, October 11, 2004, 04:42 p.m.

If you're reading this....go to ficpress and run a search on keywords "Flamewing" and "flamewing" and look. My name doesn't exist in the search engine.

Neither does anyone else's. Neither mezzie nor Cleolinda appear, upon being searched....

I don't like it when lovely professional sites like that don't work. I'm sure it'd be easy enough to fix.

...Now own seventeen fine-point colored Sharpies, including NEW colors Olive, Navy, Maroon, and Some Other Color In Which One Would Not Expect A Sharpie To Be.

Listen to MUSE. Like, now.

(rushed) me



Opinions, opinions.
Monday, October 11, 2004, 12:23 a.m.

From various lovely people over the course of today:

#1 Fan: your glasses ROCK.
SS: Ohh, you look so hot in glasses.
Raccoon: Aww, you're adorable in glasses.
NC: Aww, those are indeed really cute. Or sophisticated/sexy/scholarly/insert pleasing adjective here.
Coolest: Oh, she looketh hot and older. MY LITTLE BABY IS GROWING UP *Starts sobbing then asks you on a date*
Ren: I like them...has anyone ever told you you look like Scarlett Johannson?
Various: Oooh, nice.
Brother: ...When the hell did you get those?

Overall a good response...I'm amused.

Listen to these guys if you can stand string covers of Metallica. Find and download their version of Hall of the Mountain King, definitely, because it kicks even more ass than the one recorded by the LSO.

(complimented) me



Glasses.
Sunday, October 10, 2004, 04:54 p.m.

The new me?

Mum's camera is pissing me off. There's no way to get a small, clear picture at all unless you take it from the widest angle possible and then crop the hell out of it. And of course Mum took the picture with a narrow focus.

I still can't see with these babies on. It's like...I put them on and I was glad I was sitting, because I would have stumbled and died - but now, wow, everything is IN FOCUS, especially the computer screen - but I look away and it's all slanted and strange again. I just need to get my brain used to them.

...Someone told me I looked like Scarlett Johannson. I can't see a resemblance.

Now compiling a CD full of Metallica - "compiling" because I'm still downloading some stuff, most of which I could get from CDs but I'm WAY too lazy to get up and go downstairs - to give to Mirrorboy. He thinks too much. Maybe a nice hour of screaming guitars and drums will help scour his brain out.

Jimmy thinks my glasses rock. So he's cool.

(newly glassed) me



Beginning of an era.
Saturday, October 9, 2004, 06:32 p.m.

I guess this is the resurrection of Tales. First time I've ever gone back to a spot.

We'll see how it works out.

Things change.

(back again) me