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Not to, uh, whine or anything (except I totally am, 'cause I'm such a prima donna), but, y'know, if I actually got some prompts for the Five Things Meme I decided to do again... well it would be really fucking appreciated!!!!

Y'know, if it's not too much trouble.

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Tagged by autumn_whispers

Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.

1. I used to suck my thumb until I was about 8 and burned my thumb on a sparkler on Guy Fawkes. Having a bandaid there weaned me of the habit.

2. I also used to sleep with this bandana that was a picture of a pegasus but I lost it my first year of uni.

3. I crack my knuckles, and, if I'm not wearing shoes, I'll crack my toes as well.

4. When I was 14 I had a dream that ended up giving me the most intense feeling of deja vu when it happened exactly as I dreamed it, months later.

5. I term the years between 9 & 13 my "ugly" years, when I had super low self-esteem and no belief I was in any way ever going to be an attractive woman.

6. I can walk around without clothes unself-consciously, but, take out my navel ring, and I immediately feel naked even if I've clothes on. It makes no difference whether I've got earrings in or not.

7. I find it amusing that most people are embarrassed to catch me in my pajamas than I am embarrassed to be around people when I'm wearing pajamas.

8. The nail on my left little toe fell off when I was a kid; I have no idea why, but it never grew back right ever again.

9. I maintain that all women should paint their toenails yummy colours, while being slightly ashamed I have not painted my own toenails in over a year.

10. My favourite part of the human body, male or female, is the area between navel and groin, particularly that little dip by the hip that I forget what it's called.

I tag: pandoras_evil_t, macjinx, the_chief_80, _college_girl_, uptheduff, diea, ervinai, autumnjedigirl, simple__man, & shiseiji. But that doesn't mean I reckon all of you are going to do it.

Was going to straighten my hair today, but it's being a bitch, so, just loaded it with frizz reducing product instead. Feeling girly in summer white dress, yay.

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Meme.

1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

(Nearest book to my right) Invitations to Responsibility --Alan Jenkins
I avoid using terms such as "fondling" and "interfering" which can serve to detract from the seriousness of the abuse and the extent of the man's facing up:
It takes a lot of courage to face up to the fact that you sexually abused your stepdaughter. Most men can't face it and cop out pretending that nothing happened.

(Nearest book to my left) We of the Never-Never --Mrs Æneas Gunn
But the home-making instinct is strong in a woman, and the musterers went out west without the missus. The Dandy being back at the Bitter Springs superintending the carting of new posts for the stockyard there, the missus was left in the care of Johnny and Cheon.
"Now we shan't be long," said Johnny, and Cheon, believing him, expressed great admiration for Johnny, and superintended the scrubbing of the walls, while I sat and sewed, yard after yard of over sewing, as never woman sewed before.

Being in Dad's office, I've books to my left, books to my right, and books behind me, as well. I sorta had a grand choice, so I went for the first I spotted either side of me that had the prerequisite 123 pages or so. And, hell, I thought it was interesting, if rather random.


Chibi Seme
Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.

No, I don't know what I'm doing.

( Yet another fic-list of DOOM for Ange )

Fin.

Okay, so, totally not going to get to sleep in anytime soon. Amarah wakes too early and she's not quiet. And once Savannah's up, well, damn, she sure as hell doesn't know how to be quiet and can't stop stomping around like gravity don't work. Amarah's been a little fussybritches, running hot and cold as to whether she'll let me pick her up or not. Maybe she resents somewhat that I'm often the one to put her down for sleep. *snerk*

Savannah, though, damn she needs to stop eating. Every five minutes it seems, she's got something else to eat and offering it to Amarah. And usually it's sugar stuff. Which, y'know, we really don't need to hype up the two-year old, and, while Savannah's a skinny little thing, she needs to quit with all the food. We have mealtimes for a reason. Little brat keeps talking back to us, too. And that is just not on.

Speaking of food...totally craving fish'n'chips liek whoa. Dunno if I'm gonna get some, though...

Your results:
You are Apocalypse

Apocalypse 77% Poison Ivy 77% Dr. Doom 76% Magneto 75% Mystique 75% Catwoman 66% Lex Luthor 63% Mr. Freeze 61% Venom 60% Juggernaut 59% The Joker 57% Dark Phoenix 53% Green Goblin 51% Riddler 47% Two-Face 47% Kingpin 42%

You believe in survival of the fittest and you believe that you are the fittest.

Click here to take the "Which Super Villain are you?" quiz...

Spellsword 62% Combativeness, 46% Sneakiness, 82% Intellect, 41% Spirituality

Aggressive, but with the brains to back it up: You are a Spellsword! Score! You have a prestige class. A prestige class can only be taken after you’ve fulfilled certain requirements. This may mean that you're an exceptionally talented person, but it probably doesn't. Spellswords combine arcane might with combat know-how. They're much tougher than mages, like to wear armor, and can cast spells through their weapons. They're very, very, good at doing lots of damage to a single target very quickly, and while not quite as tough as most fighters, are still pretty hard to kill. You're both smart and aggressive, which means that you're probably pretty dangerous when pissed off. You also tend to be somewhat straightforward, which is nice, and don’t have much use for spirituality or mysticism.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Combativeness You scored higher than 99% on Sneakiness You scored higher than 99% on Intellect You scored higher than 99% on Spirituality

Link: The RPG Class Test written by MFlowers on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

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Because I want to get to know you even better, even if I feel like I know some of you better than my RL friends already :)But, I'm curious! Don't worry about taking forever about this, impulsive answers are good too. Fill this out for me and I'll (maybe) fill it out for you!

( Mmm, meme sheepage )

In other news, am at Carla's babysitting Amarah for the next week or so. It's okay, but, y'know, tiresome. And there's Savannah, who's as much of an attention-whore as baby Amarah. And this afternoon I didn't even have Laura for adult company. Nor, I might add, have Dad and Suzy shown up. Damnit. I'm trying to get my 'net fix for the day, and Savannah's begging to use the phone to call Laura, which I won't let her. *le sigh* I'm tired, and I want someone else to take over already. Coffee can only keep me going so long.

Fill out the meme so I have comments to read tomorrow sometime, yeah? Please? :)

Fin.

Have been doing terribly domestic things like baking and laundry and loading/unloading the dishwasher, plus little things like making dad a cup of coffee before he's even got up. Oh, yes, not to mention being the last to bed and the first to rise. And that means locking and unlocking the doors and feeding the animals and all that jazz, too.

What the hell happened to being the lazy little twat I usually am?

Also, keep not getting around to watching the rest of the Black Books DVDs, v. terrible of me, really. Am far more excited at the prospect of watching the first season of SG-1 at Ange's this Saturday (having spotted it in the Wharehouse and persuading her starting at Season 1 to introduce Damo to it was a far better idea). I mean, obviously we won't watch the whole damn thing in one sitting, but we can make some headway, and hopefully Damian won't fall asleep like he often does.

Have mysterious scrapes on two knuckles... not a fucking clue how I got them, or why they're one different fingers of both hands. 'Snot like I've been getting into any sort of ruckus... (unlike my cousin John, the cop, who sent another entertaining email about the shit he gets up to in his job) Heh.

Iain has arrived up from Wellington, was here for all of five minutes, and promptly buggered off with his mate Ben. Ah, well, obviously we can play catch-up and all that jazz later. Yay.

Am I a terribly boring person with a terribly boring life, or what?

Wednesday, Ange, Damo and I went up to Auckland, well, Manukau city really, and the mall there, whatsit...Westfield? Whatever it's called. A shopping mall. Had lunch at Wendy's first. I have not had Wendy's in a long time. In fact, this is the first time I've had Wendy's in New Zealand. Sooo...about two years since I've been to Wendy's. It was good, anywho. And then we went to the mall...

...wherein I did not spend a whole lot of money on myself. Although I was sorely tempted on a couple of occasions. I resisted. Instead, only bought a little extra pressy for dad that, well, will probably be more played with by me and any other children. But there was this one store with a bunch of dragon stuff and ooooh how I wanted to buy all sorts. Again, resisted.

Ah, well... there's bound to be Christmas money to fritter away, and all that.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Her Exalted Highness Duchess Hana the Purple of Under Yockenthwaite Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

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Augh! As if I don't have enough issues with hayfever, our darling cat Pearl had to have a sudden attack of cuddly cuteness of doom...and now I'm fucking covered in cat fur that insists on rising up to tickle my nose as if it weren't already being fucked with. Gah. I mean, I love that cat, she's an absolute darling, and it was probably just a thank-you for the fish I shared with her at dinner, but still. Not impressed.

Dinner, being Thursday night, was supposed to be cooked by me. But, well, Dad and I got held up at work--Jack and Caleb had gone up to Auckland to get more tree stands, and they got held up with a flat tire on their way back. So we were around 'til about 7 since Alice wouldn't really be able to handle any customers come to pick trees today. But she nicely shouted us the $$ to buy fish'n'chips for dinner, since otherwise it would have been very late before dinner got cooked. I did, in fact, cook a quiche, which I haven't done since I was, like, twelve... and we'll eat it for dinner tomorrow.

Last Tuesday I spent the night at Ange's. It was fun. We had dinner, and pigged out on junk food, and watched Stargate. 'Cause I'm le geek. And then yesterday she kindly shouted me and Jas'n frappacino whatsits at McCafe and we sat and talked. And we helped her spend more money on food. I went home for a while,a nd then came back in the evening to share dessert and watch some Star Trek Borg episodes and Shaun of the Dead. And then she kicked me and Jas'n out so she could go and have (loud) sex with Damian. *snerk*

I took the Seduction Quiz, but before I could post my results the computer died on me. Again. Fucker. Gah. So now I'm retaking it to get the proper result again. I was very amused with it.


I need to get laid.

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The John Sheppard That Thing We Don't talk or Hug About Meme

This is how it works

1) Comment with your username to this post.

2) Go back to your own LJ and post the link your comment because otherwise, no one will know if you don't tell them about it!

3) Your friends will leave comments to your comment about why you are sorta okay, and then they will comment with their usernames and go post the link to their comments and it will be a giant big snowball of Things We Don't talk or Hug About.

4) No need to be anonymous unless you want to. After all, we’re Not Talking About it.

5) There are to be no obvious displays of affection. There will be no hugging. NO ZOMG you are teh awesome. No : you are my brain twin and life is just the bestest with you in it or your fic changed my miserable life. No you light up my life and are the wind beneath my wings. No offering to bear people's offspring. No smiley faces.

6) We want affirmations John Sheppard style. A punch on the arm is acceptable. As are terms of affection such as "Cool". Offers of sexual favours are ok as long as no-one gets called baby. Buck up! If you must get gushy, offer to clean my weapons.

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1. open your i-tunes library
2. put it on shuffle.
3. press play.
4. for every question, type the song that's playing.
5. when you go to a new question, press the 'next' button.
6. don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.
7. don't skip songs

Err, I confess, I did, in fact, skip a song because it was "Track __" and I couldn't tell who it was or even guess the name of the song. A total mystery. So... yeah. Otherwise I didn't skip.

Oh, yeah, and it was Winamp rather than iTunes, but, still... music playlist. Whatever.

01. opening credits: Mantua (R&J Soundtrack II)
02. waking up: The Show Must Go On (Moulin Rouge Soundtrack)
03. first day at school: The Offspring -Untitled Track 15 Greatest Hits
04. fight song: Fatboy Slim - Because We Can (Moulin Rouge Sountrack)
05. breaking up: OPM - Heaven is a Half Pipe
06. happiness: Smashing Pumpkins - Zero
07. life's okay: Cardigans - My Favorite Game
08. mental breakdown: Foo Fighters - Fraternity
09. driving: Foo Fighters - Hey Johnny Park
10. flashback: The Strokes - Last Nite
11. getting back together: Incubus - Aqueous Transmission
12. wedding: Lenny Kravitz - Where Have You Been?
13. birth of a child: white Stripes - Fell in Love With a Girl
14. final battle: Mundy - Escape From Mantua (R&J Soundtrack II)
15. death scene: Chemical Brothers - Dream On
16. funeral song: Goo Goo Dolls - Iris
17. end credits: Placebo - Scared of Girls

Am amused that not only did I have "Mantua" but "Escape From Mantua" show up on the list completely randomly.

Last night I had dinner at Ange's, we drank up the last of their vodka cruisers and the small bottle of JD she got me for my birthday. And I didn't get drunk. In fact, I barely reached relaxed/tipsy/happy. I would have thought the amount of alcohol consumed would be enough, but, err, apparently not. Maybe all that drinking in the past with Glenn and Co. has upped my tolerance or something. Or maybe I just didn't drink fast enough to really up the blood in my alcohol.

We watched A Midsummer Night's Dream. I'm convinced Christian Bale must be a vampire, or something, 'cause I always get this sense that he's got fangs if he'd just bare his teeth. *laughs* Whatever. Was being a total perve about nekkid Dominic West (Lysander). Also, total love for Rupert Everett, with all the lovely skin showing, and something about the glitter on the skin that was... distracting.

I like shiny. :D

Fin.

Give me one reason I'm going to hell.
Then post this request in your LJ, and I will tell you why YOU are doomed to eternal damnation!

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