xans: Lego minifig woman with red hair in black robes with a green lightsaber. It has been stylized to look like it was drawn rather than photographed (Emoness)
I love how I absolutely refuse to put tags on my entries. I simply won't. And there are about three journal style layouts I cannot stand that it seems everyone uses nowadays. Nearly drives me up the wall when I stumble across one. They always pick the most annoying colour schemes as well, it seems.

Edit: Made a new typo... 'ngith. Not sure what the hell happened there.

Fin.

Oi.

Oct. 5th, 2005 02:37 pm
xans: Lego minifig woman with red hair in black robes with a green lightsaber. It has been stylized to look like it was drawn rather than photographed (Bullshit)
Why is he texting me? Why?! "Just feeling chatty" isn't good enough. *shakes fist*

Fin.
xans: Lego minifig woman with red hair in black robes with a green lightsaber. It has been stylized to look like it was drawn rather than photographed (Default)
Not Talk or Other.

Am with [livejournal.com profile] diea that the ragged edges looks rather good.

I'm still kinda depressed. Mum's questions about how I am didn't help much. Dad's questions about my voting habits didn't help either. Bloody people CSI and NCIS now.

Convo between me and Sorcha, for my own reference )

Fin.

Argh...

Aug. 10th, 2005 06:21 pm
xans: Lego minifig woman with red hair in black robes with a green lightsaber. It has been stylized to look like it was drawn rather than photographed (Default)
I am so sick of homosexuals trying to push everything onto us. And it really has just started to happen within oh say the past 20 years. You would NEVER see this happening before maybe the 80's. And another thing. In no way shape or form can you relate this to the black situation back in the 60's. Black people have no control over their skin color. Homosexuals have a lifestyle choice. It is their choice.
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Bull. Shit.

I don't know if it's PMS or not, but damn, things I've been reading lately seem to be setting me off. If it's not a book about the bloody Crusades pissing me off because of the stupid fucking Church and the arrogant bastards on the crusade... then it's idiotic homophobes railing against the 'gay agenda'. For them, I offer this icon:
STFU
Ignorant fucktards.
Remind me not to tell my parents when I'm sick. One tells me to go to the doctor. The other gets all nurse on me and asks lots of questions and suggests it might be half a dozen different ailments, and if this or that doesn't help it, to go see a doctor. I hate getting perscribed medicine for illnesses. At the very least, I'm going to need to get over this hate by the time I have kids of my own because I can't demand they tough it out like I do if they get sick. That would be unreasonable. And risky.
Anyway. Tonight's a good night for TV watching, yay. Scrubs + CSI (NY) + Numb3rs. And tomorrow is the body painting finals. None of the girls will be there offering support, though. They're all going to be at the Fitz cheering on Kate as she's in that body painting competition. Pah, I don't need their cheers anyway.

Fin.

mini-rant

Aug. 2nd, 2005 05:17 pm
xans: Lego minifig woman with red hair in black robes with a green lightsaber. It has been stylized to look like it was drawn rather than photographed (R/Hr)
After dealing with catcalls, leers, and strange boys dancing up to me when Peter's not around, I've been thinking over things guys have done in the past to express their appreciation of my looks that annoy me. Mostly, I despise it when a guy says to me, "You're so beautiful."
They say it the same way, in a sort of reverant whisper. Like he is so utterly awed by me, and it's the best compliment to be given, as if he doesn't say something worshipful I will laugh at him and disappear in a puff of smoke. When it happens, I end up possibly smiling coyly, torn between laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of being worshipped, or being the stuck-up ice queen who doesn't care if he finds her beautiful or not, because she knows she is. I was even more prone towards laughter when it was uttered as we lay in darkness once. (Oh Mr. One Night Stand, thank the gods I will never see you again)
I get a sick feeling in my stomach every time they say it. It feels so sleazy. It's not that I'm being called beautiful, but the implication that I'm the most beautiful woman they've ever seen. And it feels trite, because I can't believe they've never said that to a girl before, to flatter their way to whatever they want. One of the things I like best with Peter is how he's never done this. I'd hate to be wooed by poetry and flattery. He'll compliment me sometimes, but it's not like he's done it in a way that makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little.

Fin.

bwee

Jul. 31st, 2005 05:36 pm
xans: Lego minifig woman with red hair in black robes with a green lightsaber. It has been stylized to look like it was drawn rather than photographed (Percy with an Oliver)
There were many who liked to remember that during the Second Invasion, even though an American Jew, as President, was Hegemon of the alliance, an Israeli Jew was Stategos in overall command of I.F. defense, and a Russian Jew was Polemarch of the fleet, it was Mazer Rackham, a little-known, twice-court-martialled, half-Maori New Zealander whose Strike Force broke up and finally destroyed the bugger fleet in the action around Saturn. Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card

Ha! That provided me with a moment of delight in an otherwise mostly relaxing day. I felt like I was rebelling against the season wandering around in a tank top and such, but eventually the breeze got to me and I slipped on a long sleeved shirt. It was still nice to curl up in my chair and read while the weather was nice, windows and door open for a lovely airing out of my room.
In other news, I want to give Peter a smack upside the head. He stood me up. There I was at Scarfies, spending my $50 bar tab, and trying not to drink too much too fast and make myself sick, while fending off creepy guys and checking out chicks with a lesbian for lack of anything better to do. Without him. And it went from him maybe showing up at 12 to showing up at 1, only he didn't show up, and didn't text until long after I figured I'd been left high and dry. Bad manners, I tell you. *muttermutter* only bloody text me at bloody 20 after 3 in the morning to say you're not coming *fumes*
It's Sunday, which means CSI and NCIS on tv tonight. Every time I watch NCIS I think of [livejournal.com profile] diea, particularly if it's a scene with Abby, who I once (rightly) guessed was her favourite character (and after having seen only one or possibly two episodes, too). And I do like my crime shows and such. I think the tv shows I watch right now are Scrubs and House, Numb3rs, CSI, and NCIS... and occasionally That 70's Show or Will & Grace.
Gyarrg. Tired.
I take some sort of sadistic pleasure in walking back from down with a bag full of library books. No, wait. Masochistic. Yes. That's the one. I always want to mix that up. But yes. I got about ten books out, at least three of which were hardcover. And then I decided not to wait for the bus but rather walk back. And then I ran into town again last night. And walked back this morning. I'm trying to make my legs drop off.
I had a text convo with my dad today. It was weird. *blinks* And I'm supposed to be getting my third and last MENZ B immunisation shot soon.

Fin.
xans: Lego minifig woman with red hair in black robes with a green lightsaber. It has been stylized to look like it was drawn rather than photographed (Percy with an Oliver)
Ahem. Apparently my hall is lawless and runs rampant with trouble makers.

Because it's long-ish, and I'm feeling nice. )

Fin.

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