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Once again, changed the colour and style of my journal. I also went on a huge trip down memory lane, as I went and tagged every entry. It's a bit random, but I did my best (ish). I'm satisfied, at any rate. I know I resisted tagging for so long, but, hey, it kinda makes it easier to find specific posts, especially after having them reasonably fresh in my mind. Although, reading through did lead to me having strange dreams where I ran into exes and stuff, which was frustrating.

But it also led me to finding an old meme, that I've forgotten the questions well enough to throw a new list together and try answering all over again...

First, write down the names of twenty people on your flist. Then read and answer the questions. You can't look at the questions (or click on the cut) until you write down the twenty names you're going to use.

01. simple__man 02. diea 03. blue_raven 04. virginhuntress 05. juliarchy 06. macjinx 07. autumnjedigirl 08. tasar_nualda 09. the_chief_80 10. pandoras_evil_t 11. abrandnewboom 12. wytch_sansmerci 13. peaseblossom03 14. murkeye 15. ervinai 16. thesimpleman 17. ashinae 18. uptheduff 19. thegreenchicken 20. autumn_whispers

( On to the questions )

That was fun. Now I gotta think about some dinner. *nods* Btw, most comments I've ever had on one entry is 26, but that's including my replies... and that barely makes up for the strings of entries that pass without comment and leave the attention whore in me feeling emo. :P This is my 876th entry on lj.

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Today I chatted on MSN with an old friend, a friend who walked away from what we had, because it was too painful to bear, too close a reminder of what he once had, and lost. I was saddened because, despite how much he monumentally screwed up, she's okay (I'd go so far to say, she's better than okay), and her and my friendship still stands, and his and mine could have (should have, would have) carried on, so long as she was not a constant topic of conversation. (If that had been the case, I would have dropped him like third period French.)

But he made the decision, and it was he who subsequently reconnected with me on a handful of occasions since then, until, finally, now, we have spoken once again. And it's nice. He's one of my best (and damn near only) male friends. And sure, sometimes his morbid self-loathing and self-flagellation can get on my nerves. But I can and will tell him to STFU if it's getting to be too much. And we have such delightful conversations about all manner of things from various sci-fi/fantasy movies, tv shows, and books, to RPGs (he has been and always will be my DM), to history and war tactics... it's great. I've missed it, and so, he's come to realise, has he.

He's my friend, and we've had some rough patches before. But he's got nothing on the drama-llama-dactyl that pandoras_evil_t and I have been through over the years. Oh, the stories she could tell. :D

I'm glad to have my friend back, for however long it may be this time.

Fin.

Way back when I was a kid, Iain and Dad went off on some special Boy Scout trip away for the weekend. So, Mum and I went on a special girls only trip to Steamboat Springs, Colorado, and there were llamas and hot air balloons and the whatsit cablecars that got up the mountain...I really liked them.

( Llamas )

But I look back on my childhood and cringe...
-I had really big horrible glasses
-Hermione hair
-fussy eater
-demanding (although I didn't always get it, but man could I kick up a fuss) and whiny
-useless at making friends (and I got picked on a lot, although I've blocked most of it)

...to name a few not so pleasant parts about it all. Not to mention, I can't ever remember myself as a kid being nearl as charismatic as I am these days. Or pretty. I definitely got prettier once I got older. I wasn't even a cute kid. Not really.

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When I was a baby, I couldn't stand to be apart from my mother. She couldn't go anywhere, or do anything, without me able to see her--or better yet, be in her arms. She would even have to leave the bathroom door open while she answered nature, so that I could see her. I'd set up an almight fuss otherwise. One time, when I was bout 18 months old and still clingy, she needed to hang out the laundry. So, she put me in the basket with the laundry. I remember thinking something along the lines of, "I don't want to be here. If I cry, I'll be picked up." I burst into tears. Mum took a picture.

I would also eat anything off her plate--except orange things. Pumpkin, carrots, no go. I'd eat oranges, or mandarins. But I couldn't stand orange vegetables. It wasn't 'til I was eight that I would eat cooked carrots, and even now I still prefer them raw. Can't stand pumpkin in anything but pumpkin bread.

By the age of four, I knew how to count to 31. Iain is three years older than me. When I was three/four, he would take me into the toilet with him, or I would take him with me. He would have me recite the numbers on the calendar hanging off the back of the door. He also starting teaching me fractions and algebra when he started learning them.

As kids, our favourite thing to have at Mcdonalds was fries and ice cream. Together. Sometimes with ketchup. My favourite drink was Fanta. Now my favourite drink is Cherry Coke, but I still like to dip my fries in ice cream on occasion. Usually, though, I have them with sour cream and sweet chili sauce.

The first time I saw snow was when I was three. Grandma Kuia, Mum, Dad, Iain, and I were on a trip around New Zealand. We went to the South Island, but my only memory is of when we drove onto the ferry--the rest is a blank. I don't remember seeing the snow when I was three. But I have pictures. More specifically, I have pictures of me laying in the snow, throwing a tantrum, because I didn't want to leave.

I used to wear this little outfit all the time. It was all red and white. When I wore it I was Strawberry Shortcake. I'd wear it for Christmas, for halloween, for any special occasion. Eventually I grew out of it--that was a sad day in my life. Other outfits I missed where ones mum had made for me, instead of buying. However, I never liked anything made out of wool--and I still don't care for it.

My favourite candy to buy from a nearby 7-11 when we lived in Colorado was Fun Dips. When I got older it became pixie sticks. At intermediate the girls and I used to dole out saches of unmade cordial and end up turning our tongues orange on that. I also loved sherbert when I learned how to make it. There's something slightly amusing that my favourite candy has been some sort of powdered substance. *giggles*

I've had ice skating lessons, recorder lessons, and piano lessons. But I never wanted ballet lessons. My favourite colour was purple, until I knew all girls were supposed to like pink. Then it was blue, even though that was a boys colour. Next it was green, and lastly it's orange.

Enough reminiscing for now. Maybe some other little stories and factoids later. And now, a quiz nicked from simple__man


You are a fallen angel. Used to be a warrior that stood for all that is good, you are now one of the darkest souls in existance. You are feared by most, and respected by the others. You feel as though all other things are under you. A very powerful creature indeed.

What dark creature are you?
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Sue says: HANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sue says: GUESS WHAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hana-nator says: ...what?
Sue says: I FOUND MORRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hana-nator says: No way!
Sue says: YES WAY!
Hana-nator says: where?!
Sue says: I was unwrapping my treasure chest where I keep your old baby clothes etc, and precious linen.... that chest that had the knitting needles in it.... anyhow I tipped it up on one side and things rolled a bit... and lo and behold there was MORRIS!
Hana-nator says: !!!! I thought for sure he got nicked when the maori fella broke into our house
Sue says: Well I am trying to figure out when I would have packed him in there.... I found your little dolls that you loved when you were a dot, and Morris... as well as my own dolls.
Hana-nator says: how strange that he was packed away and not Helen
Sue says: Yes... you still have Helen don't you?
Hana-nator says: yes!
Sue says: Well I am not sure why Morris got packed in to the trunk as I am sure I would not have packed him without asking you first..... it's a mystery... but when I found him I nearly tried phoning you I was so excited!
Hana-nator says: that's just great. I was gutted about losing him
Sue says: Yes I know... but like I said, I would not have packed him away without talking to you about it so not sure how he got in there.
Hana-nator says: I think, maybe, it was in the months before we moved, and I had to pack away a lot of things I wasn't playing with? And I only kept perhaps three or four of my stuffed toys out, and then we completely forgot about it?
Sue says: It could be..... can't think of any other explanation.....

( The backstory on why this news has lifted the depression PMS laid down on me )

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Today was see people I knew from school day.

Fin.