Invincible_Spork's Xanga

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 23:12:51 GMT

If you thought an online journal was my way to get through to my friends, you were so wrong that it's ridiculous.

Surprisingly, I've had two people in the past couple days tell me that they know I express myself better if I'm writing, that I'm not a confrontational person...

Why do you think I keep an online journal? I can type 40 times faster than I can write by hand, or else I would keep a diary.

Sometimes I need to just VENT. My entries are MEANT to give me the chance to be immature and selfish and whiney, because I hate being like that 'in life,' though apparently I do a lot of it then too.

I'll let my ff.net followers know where to find sugary-sweet entries about my writing. I consider this a pretty good run. I really enjoyed xanga and appreciated every aspect of it. Just kind of wish I hadn't told some people about it. I never wanted to hurt anybody.

Second year utterly and completely sucks.

For the rest of you, I'm out.

I'll go somewhere you don't have to read about it.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 08:11:01 GMT

I'm so tired of being pissed off or hurt all the time. I'm tired of having people pissed off at or able to hurt me.

This ends NOW.

God made me stronger than this. I can take whatever the world dishes out. He wouldn't give me something too hard to handle without Him. The ice princess can come back out to play if that's what it takes.

So bring it on.

Monday, January 30, 2006

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 23:04:12 GMT

When I left for accounting, my room was normal. When I got back, Steph and Grace had decided to completely rearrange the entire thing. And it's ugly.

A) The first thing you see when you walk in is the wardrobe. It's huge and it blocks all the light from the window.

B) There is no longer a place where I don't have to change in front of the door, unless I want to stand on Steph's bed, and I can't block anything from the window from there, since her entire little area is right up against it.

C) The last time we switched the room around (at the beginning of the year), the only thing I asked was that my bed remain close to the window, and that was okay. My bed was near the window.

D) I was not warned that there WOULD be a change.

E) Just because Steph couldn't figure out where to put the STUPID box that Matt made her (which he should NOT have done), does NOT mean that she gets to change the whole room around and put me in the corner!!

F) Grace may be WELCOME in our room whenever she wants, but she does NOT get to help decide that all my stuff should be moved.

G) Steph is never HERE. How attached to a room can you feel if you're never there?!

G) I have asked ONE thing of them: that I don't get left out. THANK YOU SO MUCH.

First my parents give my room at home to Jamie without telling me, and now this.

I feel SO loved.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 05:38:12 GMT

I've picked Marauders back up... and I accidentally might have moved up the Sirius ******* (no, it's not a bad word... I just don't want you to actually know what it is) scene. Luckily I believe I can get myself out of it fairly easily. Just have to make the tower a more monumental location in their relationship (whatever that may be), that's all. Sometimes I really must love myself for getting out of the corners I write myself into.

Then again, that's probably why I don't go through all the tedious explanation conversations. For one, I'd probably explain myself around in circles until I got confused and screwed everything up, and for another thing, explanation conversations are so BORING. That's why I quit reading some stories, even if the idea is a REALLY good one. Conversations are essential to character building (even if they're only talking to themselves) and relationship development (even if it's the most random conversation you've ever seen), but when all they ever do is have conversations, and then repeat those conversations to other people LATER... THAT gets REALLY old.

So does describing dress, okay, guys? If you ever write a story, it's okay to elaborate on clothing if it's important to the story (AKA it happens to be very camoflaugey colors and they HAPPEN to have to hide later on...) or if it's a special occasion and you want to make sure that people get the general idea of how pretty someone is, but for God's sake, do NOT go through the whole getting-dressed process (unless one of those important conversations is taking place), and do NOT go into infinite detail about how their hair is done and what jewelry they're wearing and what colors their make-up is and exactly where every inch of the dress/suit falls... or how strappy or healy or shiny their shoes are.

And PLEASE, for the love of every holy thing there is, DO NOT DO THE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED THINGS FOR ALL EIGHT OF YOUR MAIN CHARACTERS. Bloody hell! Do you think I'm really that interested in the intimate details of James and Sirius and Remus and Peter and Lily and Alice and Arabella and Molly? I'm not! I could care less if Lily's hair was 1/4 up and 3/4 down... that sort of description only goes to prove that you lack true substance, and we don't want that. Pfft.

Unless it's important to the future of the plot line, characters who are destined to fall in love do not have to notice each other right off the bat. They also do not have to 'somehow' find the miraculous courage to stand up to this person, when they can't do this with other people. This makes your plot obvious and stupid.

So for now, I will close... and I'll quit ranting at you, though I'm doomed to do it again.

*snark*

Friday, January 20, 2006

Fri, 20 Jan 2006 07:52:26 GMT

My boy Patrick Wilson has a movie coming out, and of course I simply must tell everyone about it. Because Patrick's my boy. And he's cool.

...

... and he knows Gerry.

http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/hardcandy/

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 02:55:13 GMT

The English Language Competency Exam has been taken. My entire future decided in an hour and forty minutes. Meh. The future's overrated anyway.

Not to say I didn't do well. The grammar was frickin' easy (though a lot of the sentences had more than one error... what the heck were those English profs thinking?!), and I did my essay on Harry Freaking Potter. Seriously, that was one of the topics they gave me. So I was all, like, "HA! TAKE THAT, CHRISTIAN IDIOTS!" Lol I so promoted Harry Potter to the bigots who insist it'll corrupt us straight into hell. That's one of my favorite series, thanks!

In other news, it is a big fat farewell to the days of Matt-Steph-Kasey Adventures, with which the inside jokes were at least explained to other close friends. Welcome the days of Matt-Steph-Andrea Adventures, during which the rest of us will be told absolutely nothing. All hail change and abandonment!

How is it that Steph gets away with saying it's "really sad, actually" that I watched an entire season of Friends in two days? Um, hello? Grace went home and Steph took Andrea on an alien-hunting adventure. I don't like hunting people down. Thus, I sit inside and wait for my friends to come back. Because I like them better. Even if I'm forgotten. I still like them better.

What happens next year when none of us live on campus anymore?

My introvertedness sucks.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Tue, 03 Jan 2006 21:50:55 GMT

Risa tagged me. Crap.

This is a "Five Bad/Weird Habits" meme. You list 5 of your weirdest habits, then tag 5 other people to do it.

My Five Weirdest Habits

1. I pop my back and my neck and my lips, and hum "Jingle Bells" when I'm uncomfortable or have nothing to say. And then, if possible, I get worse at general conversation. *sigh*

2. My life very easily revolves around friends and movies (can't go more than a couple weeks without going to a theater), so much so that sometimes I can't talk about anything else. Or I forget to. Oh well. If you get to know me well enough, the subjects become random enough to be interesting. *grin*

3. I love Gerry Butler. Get used to it. I have a GerryBear. He is hotter than you.

4. I bite or pick my nails more often than I use nail clippers. I never use a nail file... the sensation is reminiscient of someone running their fingernails down a chalkboard. YUCK.

5. I often prefer guys to girls, because guys aren't as manipulative and inherently mean. But I'm also scared of them.

Crap.

As a grand finish, I tag Jamie, Gracie, LibranPoetess, Lauren Nae Nae, and Kelsey Girl.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 20:04:21 GMT

Welcome to the year of 2006, people!

Okay, so I had to get up at 7:45 this morning to go dogsit like a good girl. The dogs are really cute; there's a golden retriever named Kashmir and a mini-lassie named Sadie. They're really sweet, but 7:45 is friggin early to be awake.

So I went over, let them out, let them in, fed them, said good-bye and assured them their people would be home very soon... for that one visit today and three yesterday afternoon, the owners paid me $40. Maybe I should just be a professional dogsitter. It pays well. $20 a day, during the summer people go away for a week... that's $140 a family a week. Of course, there'd be a different rate for people with only 1 dog, or people with 4...

But anyway. I got home about 8:30. I was going to go straight back to bed for an hour and a half before I had to get up for church.

Except when I passed Jamie's room, there was a note on the door that said, "Mom, we stayed up until five. Can we maybe not go to church...?"

"Hmmmm...," I thought. So even though I set my alarm for 10, I didn't take it seriously.

"Hmmmm...," I said when the alarm went off and I didn't hear people sounds outside my door. I turned the alarm off and went back to sleep.

At some point, Mama came in a said, "It looks like no one's going to church. Are you going to want to go?" I shook my head. Are you kidding? Surely God wouldn't smite me when everybody else was skipping too (sarcasm, sarcasm...)! Let me point out that I only remember ever skipping once with my dad. He'd had a really good excuse. I'd just stayed home cuz if he wasn't going, I didn't feel I had to either.

Mother let me sleep until noon. She never lets me sleep till noon. But Daddy was hungry, so I needed to get ready to go to lunch.

When these things happen, it confuses me. I always feel like going out to lunch on a Sunday is a reward for sitting through church and being good. Not to say that I don't want to go to church. That's just the way I perceived Sunday lunch. Sundays that we had to go home and eat sandwiches were torture.

So we didn't go out, but we ordered pizza, which is just the same. And now the pizza's here.

HOORAY FOR HOLY FOOD!!!

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 09:48:08 GMT

Saturday, December 31, 2005

Sat, 31 Dec 2005 06:59:18 GMT

Like the new layout everybody? I finally figured out how to post my own html code. Yeah, so I'm slow. But now I can have fun...

Everyone have a safe and fun New Years! WOOT WOOT!