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Unbabies is my new favourite nonword

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Dad babysits Joel on Mondays. Joel is the three year old of this woman Cindy--and her mum Carol is my dad's ex. They parted on good terms, obviously. But yeah, he likes doing this babysitting stuff. He's been ready to be grandfather for years, he says, but Iain and I are simply too young to be starting on giving him grandchildren yet, thankyouverymuch. *rolls eyes* Anyway, little dude comes over on Mondays. And dad has some lovely tricks to get the hours to pass without seeming to, and getting errands done at the same time. Like, if the weather is nice, get Joel to help with the gardening. Or, if it's not so nice, go grocery shopping.
It's so weird. I don't know where I picked it up. I figured it out somehow, anyway. When we were at the supermarket, a way I kept Joel sort of occupied was giving him the job of holding the shopping list. And having him help me take the cart to one of the little trolley park things. Just, y'know, giving him little errands or something to hold so he would feel useful--and stay out of trouble. And I have no idea how I knew to do that, 'cause I don't ever remember anyone ever telling me. It's not like I watch those Little Angels or Supernanny shows... not very often anyway. Although the bits I have seen have given me some clues as to what to do/not do whenever I do get around to having my own rugrats.
Anyway...
Last week pandoras_evil_t took her bike into the repair shop to get it all checked out and fixed up. Well, they told her the back tire and brake pads needed replacing, and she said, "Do it!" All's well and good, right? Right. Well... no, not right, actually. She picked the bike up, and was riding home, when, at a place where she needed to stop, horror of horrors--her brakes didn't work! She crashed into a fence. Thankfully it was only a fence. When she called up the shop, the guy there said he'd forgotten to mention--the brake lines needed replacing as well, and how much that would cost. Later that day, though, the manager of the shop called back and said they'd do that job for free, since there'd been such a cock-up and it could have been much worse.
Well, on Tuesday Ange asks me if I want to come with her to take the bike back in, and "look scary." She... just doesn't know how to do intimidating like I do, lol. Well, off we go, and the manager surprised us--he gave her a full refund on the whole job. Well, now she has a whole $58 more than she had last week, and as she took the money we both noticed that, well... her helmet's in pretty bad shape. May as well look at getting a new one, yeah? *laughs* Kind person that I am, I was oh-so-complintary of how the helmet's looked on her when she tried them. But, yeah, picked one, and the manager only charged her $40 instead of $45. Good stuff!
After that we skipped across the road to the McCafe for some coffee. Mmmm, latte. I don't know how I've not managed to get addicted to coffee. pandoras_evil_ loves to tell me Cancerians have addictive personalities, so it's strange I don't really have many addictions--but then sometimes it seems as if people become addicted to me! Well, we were at the McCafe enjoying our latte and mochacino, when who showed up on his lunch break? Her boyfriend. So he came and chatted with us for a few mins before he went to actually grab something to eat and we went back to her place for the afternoon.
Got another fic rec, this one being Lupin/Snape. I enjoyed it. How Severus Snape (Didn't) Kill Nymphadora Tonks. 'Sfunny, I really haven't read too many fics lately, and recced even less... but, eh, what kind of fics I want to read fluctuates and varies so I never know when the mood is going to strike me to read whichever pairing or gen...
And, yeah, this was an icon used by someone commenting on my last entry, made by quietlyhonestly. Is tres cool, no?


( Happy Thanksgiving )

Fin.

Who, really, can resist a good blonde joke? I <3 my flist.


The Noble Princess

You are just and fair, a perfectionist with a
strong sense of proper decorum. You are very
attracted to chivalry, ceremony and dignity.
For the most part you are rather sensible, but
you are also very idealistic.

Role Models: Guinevere, Princess Fiona (of Shrek)

You are most likely to: Get kidnapped by a stray
dragon.

What Kind of Princess are You? - Beautiful Artwork (Original Music is BACK!!!)
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Fin.

Edit: Pretty...

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Heaven...

God went missing for six days. Eventually, Michael the archangel found him on the seventh day, resting. He inquired of God, "Where have you been?"

God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds. "Look Michael, look what I've made," said God. Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?"

"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put LIFE on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a great place of balance."

"Balance?" inquired Michael, still confused. God explained, pointing to different parts of Earth, "For example, North America will be a place of great opportunity and wealth while South America is going to be poor; the Middle East over there will be a hot spot and Russia will be a cold spot. Over there I've placed a continent of white people and over there is a continent of black people." God continued, pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot and arid while this one will be very cold and covered in ice."

The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a small land mass and said, "What's that one?"

"Ah," said God. "That's New Zealand, the most glorious place on Earth. There are beautiful lakes, rivers, streams and hills. The people from New Zealand are going to be modest, intelligent and humorous and they're going to be found traveling the world. They'll be extremely sociable, hard-working and high achieving, and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace."

Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed, "What about balance, God? You said there would be BALANCE!"

God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the wankers I'm putting next to them. I call them 'Australians.'"

Fin.

To spellcheck:

'Chittering' is so a word. Leave me to take artistic liberties in peace. But otherwise, keep up the good work.

Sincerly yours,
Another fucking writer

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To the boy who threw a chocolate bar at me as he drove past:

Thanks, mate! The chocolate was nice, if broken by the fall. The girls were envious. I've never had boys throw anything at me when they drive past, all admiring-like. Does this mean I should take more evening strolls wearing a dress?

Gratefully yours,
Chocolate Fiend in a Dress

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To the spider who picked the wrong room to invade:

You're not as big as the spiders that tried invading my parents' house last autumn. Yet you still served to reconfirm my arachniphobia. You're black, largish, and too near my bed. That's why you had to die.

My condolences,
Your Executioner

P.S. To the cockroach who got away: your thorax is mine if I ever find you.

P.P.S. Don't you ants get comfortable. And stay away from my honey!

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To the hot water tap:

Work properly damn you. I need to do my dishes before the ants find them.

Impatiently yours,
One of the less messy inhabitants

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Dearest Father:

Your text said 9. I missed SVU to talk with you, but you didn't show. I refuse to skip the last ep. of Numb3rs for anything. I'll get back to you later.

Reproachfully yours,
Your daughter

P.S. Your texts in all caps leave me with the feeling I'm being shouted at, even when you're not.

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Yo, Army Boy Adam

No, I am not Came the French girl. I am Hana the wet t-shirt contest girl. Her hair wais black, and she went back to Frog-a-go-go land three months ago.

No flashing for you,
Not-Came

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Dear Hana's Brain:

You let me dream about sexing up Viggo Mortensen? THANK YOU! Was it as good for you as it was for me?

Love from,
Hana's Body

P.S. V. nice of you to let macjinx to sex Viggo up too.

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TO ALL MY FRIENDS:

I love you. Consider this a geneneral expression of my contnuing affection and loyalty. More specific reinforcements of this sentiment may ensue. Letting you know, in case I haven't said anything lately and you were wondering. Even if you weren't. If I have done anything to make you feel neglected or unappreciated, I hereby apologise.

Much, much love,
Hana

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I was talking to diea last night, discussing phobias. Agoraphobia came up. And thus we began talking about space and how there's just so much of it. And she asked, "Which is worse? That the universe may go on for ever and ever without end, or that there is an end to it all out there somewhere?"
Immediately an image came to my mind of someone in an EVA suit, poking at the edge of the universe. I laughed. Another thought ocurred to me, so I said, "Hahahaha, wouldn't it be funny though, if we got to the end of the universe and it was patched up with duct tape?" After all, duct tape, like the force, has a light side, dark side, and binds the universe together. She laughed too, before replying that that, in turns, begs the question of just who put the duct tape there.
Come on. It's the end of the universe! There's going to be grafitti. There'll be these alien glyphs, and they won't translate to something ideal like, "You're not alone." Oh no. It will say something like, "Mike wuz here." It won't just end there, though. There'll be some more glyphs that have an arrow pointing to that and say, "Mike iz a faggot." But then it's like, Mike came back to check it out: "Wtf is this? I wuz here but not as a faggot. I'm trying to make a statement here!!!!1"*

Heh, when I told that to Matt last night, he was amused as well. And then he started telling me about just about every single joke and fun thing about Fallout 2. Which, well, I don't own and have never played. But I would apparently enjoy because the humour appeals to me. Not to mention all the Star Wars references. Hee.
One of the Bindaloe Boys shaved his head for Canteen. Donald. Heh, the others call him Donza. *shakes head* Remember when I had that big crush on Giles? Good thing it's dead or I'd probably be hating Kate. I think she's got... something... going on with him. Liz thinks Kate's hot. I wouldn't say Kate's hot. I wouldn't say she's hideous or anything, she's just not my definition of a hot woman. (Although, in general, the handful of women I actually find hot do have dark hair. But Kate doesn't do it for me.)
So there's all this maintainence going on our hall. They're repainting and everything. It makes me laugh 'cause we're an all girls' hall and we have the painters in. None of the other girls get that though, so I don't say anything about it to them. Georgia is an unknown in Kiwi-a-go-go land. In fact, until I mentioned it to Liz, using "having the painters in" as a euphemism for the menses isn't something she'd heard before. *laughs* I have the painters in right now. And we're getting painted. Oh I kill me.
Still. The other day I was reading Soul Music. I love Disc novels. But omg, I could have done a headdesk when I got one of the jokes. It wasn't so much that I'd not caught the joke before. It's that it took me hours later, as I lay down getting ready to sleep, that it suddenly hit me. Imp y Celyn. He changes is name to Buddy. 'y Celyn' is supposed to mean Holly. Buddy Holly. *hits head repeatedly on desk* I felt so dumb for not catching that on the spot.
galindaupland is doing a hate meme if you feel like ranting anonymously. Okay I think that's all for now. *goes off to read a Cate-fic*

Fin.

*Joke shamelessly borrowed from Dane Cook. But it wuz perfect.

Edit: Some chick on the bus into town had a box with a baby bird in it. It was funny because it was hungry and had its mouth wide open for food as it twittered and stuff... and when the girl finally got off, I heard these two women up front discussing their surpise 'cause they hadn't been able to figure out where the cheeping came from before they saw the girl with the box.

Edit II: Fuck it. ( Quiz result )

So, I felt like making icons. Kinda simple, easy to make icons, but whatever. I was inspired.

If Your Child is a Gothic, Reform Through the Lord! Warning Signs.
( 16 icons )

More mocking the HP fandom
( 4 icons )

Questioning your Heterosexuality
( 10 icons )
So yeah, considering I got an email today from diea asking if I was still alive, I figured this will serve as a "still alive" post. I just don't feel like making a wordy, wordy post though. Enjoy the icons.

Fin.

o1.)What do you think caused your heterosexuality?
o2.)When and how did you decide you were a heterosexual?
o3.)Is it possible that your heterosexuality is just a phase you may grow out of?
o4.)Is it possible that your heterosexuality stems from a neurotic fear of others of the same sex?
o5.)If you have never slept with a person of the same sex, is it possible that all you need is a good Gay lover?
o6.)Do your parents know that you are straight? Do your friends and/or roommates(s) know? How did they react?
o7.)Why do you insist on flauntin your heterosexuality? Can't you just be who you are and keep it quiet?
o8.)Why do heterosexuals place so much emphasis on sex?
o9.)Why do heterosexuals feel compelled to seduce others into their lifestyle?
1o.)A disproportionate majority of child molesters are heterosexual. do you consider it safe to expose children to heterosexual teachers?
11.)Just what do men and women do in bed together? How can they truly know how to please each other, being so anatomically different?
12.)With all the societal support marriage receives, the divorce rate is spiraling. Why are there so few stable relationships among heterosexuals?
13.)Statistics show that lesbians have the lowest incidence of sexually transmitted diseases. Is it really safe for a woman to maintain a heterosexual lifestyle and run the risk of disease and pregnancy?
14.)How can you become a whole person if you limit yourself to compulsive, exclusive heterosexuality?
15.)Considering the menace of overpopulation, h ow could the human race survive if everyone were heterosexual?
16.)Could you trust a heterosexual therapist to be objective? Don't you feel s/he might be inclined to influence you in the direction of her/his own leanings?
17.)There seem to be very few happy heterosexuals. Techniques have been developed that might enable you to change if you really want to. Have you considered trying aversion therapy?
18.)Would you want your child to be heterosexual, knowing the problems that s/he would face?

Then lament the hetorosexual agenda and how it's being forced on you every time you see a sitcom or "chick flick"

How do you say "Dude!" in medieval French anyway?

Probably a slight, intentional mispronunciation of "sir." Or, y'know, it could easily be an adopted phrase from the time in Arabic lands as well.

Short answer? It's pronounced as "comedy." Since medieval Europeans going "dude!" is funny, after all.

Especially medieval Europeans named William and Theodore, yes. :D

Yes, I'm reading get_medieval. lmao. And iharthdarth. And wizzart. And when I'm done with this, abe_kroenen. Yes, yes.

If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Igor Stravinsky. Known as a true son of the new 20th Century, my music started out melodic and folky but slowly got more dissonant and bizzare as I aged. I am a traveler and a neat freak, and very much hated those rotten eggs thrown at me after the premiere of "The Rite of Spring." Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test

You are happy, driven, and status conscious. You want everyone to know how successful you are. Very logical, you see life as a game of strategy. A bit of a loner, you prefer to depend on yourself. You always keep your cool and your composure. You are a born leader and business person.

Chocolate makes such a good bribe.

Fin.

Spaghetti, scrambled eggs and toast. Mmm. Would have been nice to have sausages with them, too... But it was really nice. Adding the spices to the spaghetti was a good idea, definitely.
Might, perhaps, hit dad up for money to buy fish'n'chips for dinner tomorrow night. They've got the rugby stuff again. I just can never concentrate on a game. I'd find myself bored if I went with.
Impromptu role-playing with Matt as the DM is fun. The great thing is that I don't know who I'm playing, or what happened to me... only that I'm a very, very hungry vampire in the middle of a fucking desert and some special ops folks are here to pick me up for study by teh bosses, whoever they are.
Coffee on Sunday with my godmother. Yay.

Edit: Oh, silly Matt in our OOC part of the playing:
Girl says: (if I didn't have the impression I'm probably a wreck, I'd have so much fun pulling a seductive act to take them out. Alas! :P)
Lord von Kummer says: OOC: Maybe later. *winks* And as you have no doubt guessed early on, you arre a vampire.
Girl says: (the sorching sun and lunar cylcles were the big clue)
Lord von Kummer says: OOC: Well, I wasn't trying to keep you in the dark ;).
Girl says: (lmao)

Fin.

The other night I was walking up the stairs to the dining hall, and I spotted Shan was also approaching the hall. Naturally, I slowed down so he could catch up and we'd queue together. "You going to dinner?" he asked. I almost said it. I don't know why I didn't, even if it's Shan. "Nope, my tapeworm's been acting up again, so I'm punishing it by letting it smell food it's not getting! Here's your sign."

...It was five p.m. It's the dining hall. Why else would I be going to the dining hall at the same time I do every night? Silly boy.

( A joke someone on my f-list posted recently )

miyumiyu has some really cute Snupin art if anyone's interested. Incredibly cute. Quite likely the Cutest Thing Cori May Have Possibly Ever Drawn to date. I am entirely open to the possibility that she will manage to draw something (or even somethings!) cuter one day. You never can tell.
Nyarghhh. I don't want to study for my Chem test. But if I don't I will fail it, likely even worse than with the Physics test. That would not be cool. So, studying. Going through my study guide, taking notes on all that stuff I just wasn't getting. I don't know what it is with my Physics and Chem lectures, but I swear that stuff goes in one ear and straight out the other. Only the Bio classes have any affect on me, and even then, only Bio of Animals is in any way remotely fascinating.
The Physics lecturer is a cool guy though. He's kinda odd, but he's British. He makes us laugh all the time with some of the simply wierd things he says. His demonstrations are often entertaining, mostly because they screw up. We've had a different lecturer for each unit of Chem, and none of them really interest me, although this current guy is kinda amusing w/ some of the stuff he says. In Bio of Cells I can get chocolate for volunteering, hmmmm. Bio of Animals we've also had three different lecturers, and Dr. Death has been the coolest.
It's so funny when they start talking about sex. Whether it's bug sex (oh, the Sneaky Fuckers, how clever they are!), or conjugation which is sex for bacterial cells, it gets funny b/c some people *coughs* just aren't that grown up. Honestly, though? So glad I'm not a bacterial 'female' cell. Because what happens is that the 'male' cell comes along and forms this form sex pilus that brings the two cells together, and spins off it's DNA that it inserts into the 'female' cell, turning it into another 'male' cell. (This would not be a bad thing, the whole turning into a guy b/c omg tehgaysecks, except for the fact the bloody genes dictate I'd have to go impregnate some other chick. Not so cool then.)
Shan has my bloody pen. Yes, I'm aware that comment seems random. Consider it stream of consciousness. I lent it to him last night--ooh, boy next to me has nice cologne (ha! now that's random!)--so he could do his studying, and I forgot to get it back. Normally I wouldn't worry. The other day I lost this really nice mechanical pencil that had been part of a pen/pencil set mum gave me for my 18th b-day, except I was never overly attached to the pencil. But that pen? Yeah, sure, it's just a run of the mill, typical Massey pen. But I like that pen. It writes well. I'm a bit more fussy about losing the pens that write well.
I am in a weird mood tonight. And I'm aware my brain isn't making much sense. Hell, you should see what happens when I'm trying to write notes...
- 'insects' becomes 'incest'
- 'chain' becomes 'chan' (typing that almost became Shan)
- 'grouped' becomes 'groped'
- Seeing the part of a chemical formula, HOOC, I focus on OOC and grin...
Definitely weird. I'll spare you more of this, yeah?
Well, this gave me at least twenty minutes of entertainment. It made me think of shiseiji. I expect she'd have loads of fun with this. You know how when someone tells you not to do something? Or you tell yourself not to do something? But then someone gives you an opening to do just that... just one peek/smell/bite, and suddenly you're hooked. Yeah, that. Y'know. Temptation. The little devil on your shoulder that constantly beats up the little angel on the other shoulder. And you just can't resist. Especially when it says...

DO NOT PRESS.

*watches as all her readers are lost in the abyss* Oh, damn.

Fin.