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A lot of bitching happens here, and sometimes a little bit of writing.
Apr. 3rd, 2006 @ 10:19 am UPDATE!
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MY APPEAL WAS APPROVED!
Apr. 3rd, 2006 @ 12:48 am ...crap.
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I'm suspended from school. Wish me luck with my appeal.
Mar. 31st, 2006 @ 10:55 am saratu, this is for you.
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Okay, okay. I'm a horrible bandwidth stealing bitch, okay. But At lest this isn't going to clog up your f-list too much, eh?

So I'm not stealing bandwidth anymore, but the pic is smaller. Oh well. [info]saratu saw it already.

( Wonder Woman, on the other hand... )
Mar. 30th, 2006 @ 07:01 pm Bwahaha...
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Sometime in the next month, I'll be quitting AOL. Screw it to hell.

I'm going to switch over to PeoplePC Online, and Mozilla FireFox, which I love so very, very much. So, unless I manage to somehow retain AIM, I won't be contactable that way for much longer. I dunno, is it expensive? Is there another messenger that is better? Damn AOL and its foul trickery.

Bah. One thing at a time.
Mar. 30th, 2006 @ 02:15 pm Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
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Okay, my grandmother's orange cat, Chauncy, died late last year. He was an old, old cat, maybe a yea or two younger than me, and he was hit by a car, and mourned.

He came to my grandma as a stray cat, because we get all sorts of stray toms out here. He was caught and "domesticated", and stayed with us until he died.

Now it gets odd. For all the years he lived here, out of all the hundreds of tomcats who came and lurked around the house, NOT ONE OF THEM WAS ORANGE.

And now, a few months after Chauncy dies, we have an orange tomcat lurking around, asking for food.

Odd, huh?
Mar. 29th, 2006 @ 07:35 pm Hmmm...
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You know, I need to go to Waverly Hills Sanatorium someday. Apparently it's one of the most haunted buildings in the country, and Ghost Hunters sure as hell got me interested....and the research I'm doing now...ooh, baby. I need to go.
Mar. 27th, 2006 @ 09:17 pm Traumatized
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SA : TRAUMA! MY FATHER IS TRAUMATIZING ME!
m h: LOL
m h: How's he managing that?
SA: okay, okay. GO to adultfriendfinder.com. Change nothing and put in a search for area code 97031. the fourth girl on the page my dad saw up at the store tonight, buying coffee. This shit is uncool in a small town.
SA: So he's sitting around telling me about this. And saying things about if I knew how to drive a manual transmission, he'd have me run him up there to see if she's still there.
OMGNO!
m h: o.O
SA: Exactly
SA: Thus, has my father inflicted the trauma. Monica has an accomplice, now. Just...of a different sort.
m h: Yeah.....
m h: Wow.
m h: I'm so sorry.
SA: Your pity helps.
SA: Now, let us speak of happier things.


Also, he was reading my lj. Which...is a scary thing.

EDIT: I ahd some odd dreams about Reboot last night, but the only names I could remember were Bob and Hexidecimal.
Mar. 27th, 2006 @ 07:15 pm I theive quizzes
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The Nurse
Random Gentle Sex Dreamer (RGSDf)

Friendly and eager. Sexy in white. You are The Nurse.

Like your male counterpart, The Poolboy, you're a fun and goofy, but giving, friend. You believe that life and love should be taken with a grain of salt. We'll bet you smile a lot, which people find contagious.

Your exact opposite:
The Battleaxe

Deliberate Brutal Love Master
If only they knew the reason...the fact is, you spend WAY more time fantasizing than the average girl. While your friends lean desperately towards love, you're chemically biased towards anti-love: sex. You'd never date someone you didn't find immediately kissable.

To maximize satisfaction, you should find someone carefree and sexual, just like you. Avoid Brutal types at all costs. A final bit of advice: experience doesn't matter. You didn't qualify as a Master, and your perfect match need not either. Consider both The Poolboy and The Playboy.


BUT ALWAYS AVOID: The False Messiah, The Mixed Messenger


Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
My profile name: Loki_Flame



Anyway, I'm trying to drive out my writer's block. BEGONE!
Mar. 21st, 2006 @ 08:35 am ...
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I'm so fucked.

EDIT: Yes, it revolves around school.
Mar. 14th, 2006 @ 09:42 am Mur.
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Going to go watch the tattooing today, mainly for moral support because I've seen it done several times and it's only a matter of money til I get mine...BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!!!!

Well, there isn't much, but still!

Still on teh angst kick...Wish I had the nerve to actually write that damn drabble. DAMN! DAMND'MANDAMN!

ARROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I think after like, next Wednesday, I'll be in Hood River hitting up my dad to let me steal his brand new truck, or at least to finally buckle down and fix the Toyota. Yeah, I might drop the transmission out o' that puppy...hmm. Not like I haven't been planning on doing it for a few months already, and if I get that job in Washington this summer (HAHA! Cassie teh Girl Scout Camp Councler!) I'll really need the wheels.

I dun wanna do it though! Too many spiders!

Well, actually, it depends on what Dad is working on in the shop right now. If's it's all crowded, I won't be a ble to do shit. Otherwise...well, it's a matter of convincing him to dig up the replacement parts, you know? He has them hidden somewhere around the bloody house.

I think the battery will need to be relaced too, and the started might very well be trashed now...And the carborator...well, hmm... it might be easier to just get a different rig, but I'll be damned if I haven't wanted that thing for the past 15 years.

I wonder if I can switch it over to an automatic though. It's much more work, but, I dunno, the money involved usually isn't too bad.

Man, I'm still typing. WTF, man?

Anyway, ignore my babble about transmissions and trucks.

Lots of tattoo talk going on. And finally someone is the first of us to have the money/time/bravery to take the plunge. KUDOS!

HAHAHA! Whatever.
See you at 4:00.
Mar. 10th, 2006 @ 08:59 pm ....the hell?
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Okay, at this point I feel I must comment on the total messed up slash I've been reading. I mean, it's really fucking good, the authoress is great, but...OMG!!!one

South Park and Static Shock. SLASH

And not with any of the formally recognied gay characters either, but hell, when is it ever? But seriously, if you want to be mildly disturbed by the amusingly excellent writing on these strange fics, go to my fanfiction account's favorite authors page, and check out the work of Athena2693.

Fuck. Just go here. I mean, hell, she's got Simpsons stuff too.

I apologize for overloading my quota of f-list entries for the day.
Mar. 10th, 2006 @ 08:09 pm Sorry for the F-list crowding.....don't want to cut this though.
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JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Jabberwock
Mar. 10th, 2006 @ 09:59 am Everyone already knows my opinion on snow, right?
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I FUCKING HATE SNOW!
Mar. 7th, 2006 @ 10:04 pm Amusing update on the D&D front
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My bro and sister in law kidnapped me from my home tonight and dragged me around Portland and Gresham. OMGWTFBBQ? I'm home and safe now, though. Vicky has scary driving habits.

According to my brother, the game he's been running off and on for lord knows how long was, when Monica and I played, a mass hallucination caused by Spencer's character accidentally dropping a sack of Black Lotus into the firepit.

I *died* laughing.

Kadji was a hallucination. I played a hallucination. I rock.

*smorfle*

BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!OMG!!!!11one

Anyway, that game now has a winged unseelie sidhe Mary Sue, which irritates me. Unbelievably. The incarnation of Lapis in that game (Ninja!Lapis) can fourtunately walk through her magic circle and bitchslap her with a ninja-to at any time, because hengeyokai classify as animals as far as that kind of circle goes.

She's more likely to go drinking with the Soul Knife guy who shares her opinion of the group...embarrasmaent to be around these people.

HA!

I love mah Lapis. And her unborn kittybabies.

Otto, when not in his jacket and fedora, now wears a kilt, because Seamus and Blue Monday rocks my boxers. Otto is my tribute.

Um...yeah.

TACOS!


I'm on an angst kick...can't get enough of it. ARG!
Mar. 7th, 2006 @ 09:44 am A Letter
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Dear Life,

Go fuck yourself.

~ <3 Cassie
Mar. 2nd, 2006 @ 02:30 pm AN EPIC DAY!
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OMG! On the way home I finally caught a bunny! Not for more than a couple seconds, but it was definately caught! Pissed off too, but...OMG! I finally caught one!!!

EDIT: So, Mom comes home early because she had to go pick up the car, and of all the things in the world, she somehow obtained a Jones Soad Thanksgiving pack. With such flavors like turkey and gravy, peacan pie, corn on the cob, broccoli casseroleand smoked salmon pate. Soda.

SODA.

CORN ON THE COB SODA.

WTF???

It's just wrong. If anyone wants to see it, I'll post picture later.
Mar. 1st, 2006 @ 11:43 pm Courtesy of tir_synni
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.


I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away
from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess.
I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in
another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.


I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore,
nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now
live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor
who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they
found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.


I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much
better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Please repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
Feb. 26th, 2006 @ 07:17 pm Weekend
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Haha. Highlander, Aaron and pr0n. Productive weekend, and I fangirl Conner.
Feb. 24th, 2006 @ 09:30 am Really Crappy Morning
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Ice. I hate ice. I fucking hate ice.

I try to get out of the car, and bam! On the ground. So now, I'm at school, covered in mud. Suck ass like crazy. Damnnit!

I hate ice.

At least Highlander will make it better, eh? Me being a pervy Scot fancier, according to Aaron. It's true, I suppose.

....


pr0n!
Feb. 19th, 2006 @ 04:59 pm PRIDE pictures again
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I promised to put up the pic I had of jerick in drag, and the one of Aaron and Co. with me, soo.....

( I spread these out like crazyness )

I want to join this hogwarts group, but. OMG, they are so fucking stringent!