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Name: Gracie (Syd)
Gender: Female
Interests: I adore riding horses, writing, my friends, music (Usually just listening. I really need to practice more.), guitar, math, acting, verbal spare, computers, serving my cats, piano and being basically being me.
Expertise: Math
Occupation: Student
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Yahoo:  Ditto
Member Since:
9/27/2006
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| Beatrice Is Introduced to the 21st Century... She's been a little behind the loopI HAD had a post almost done but my comp needed to be turned off and I lost it... 
And in answer to Amber and Mark I'm not exactly sure how one ballyhoos someone... but they did an awesome job of it. 
And I'm feeling like 100%! 
This evening, I have a true tale to tell all y'all about an insolent maiden that lives today and goes to college.
Now Monday started out like any normal Monday. Our maiden (who shall be known as Beatrice so as to protect the identity of those whose are idiots) got up at the customary ridiculous time in the morning, so she could go to Political Science. Meaning: science (the study of) poli (many) tics (annoying bloodsucking buggers). She continued through said routine and when evening fell, she left work for math class. The 16th century maiden sat with a dazed expression as Usha (the teacher) explained the difference between even and odd functions and other such confusing things. Afterward, maiden Beatrice was escorted by The Guards of Math Maidens to her equine, Bob. She left and noticed that her gas tank still registered empty (Bob magically transformed to a car... it was quite a sight) and the gas fairy had not paid her a visit. She sighed knowing she should stop for gas and grateful that she finally had time to make this much needed stop, though why she needed to constantly restock gas was beyond her at least... until now.
She reached the final light before the gas station. When the light turned green, Beatrice made a left turn. But Bob hadn't eaten in too long and the turn was too much and he died in the intersection. Thankfully, he was in his automobile form so he coasted out and into the middle of the street on the other side of the light. Beatrice was horrified.
It all made sense. The light next to the word EMPTY, the needle below the EMPTY line on the gauge. It all MEANT something... she had NO gas!  And since that's what makes cars GO; cars would then STOP withOUT it! (I'm sure we're all indeed in shock)
Anywho... Beatrice scanned her phone list for any contacts nearby but she had none.
They were all in 16th century England sleeping at this hour of night.
So Beatrice locked the car and ran the rest of the way to the gas
station which was basically all uphill. Grrrr. 
Alas, the evil gas station had no gas can to lend her cuz the last person to
borrow it took it. But the gal manning the station helped Beatrice make
a makeshift gas can with a bucket and funnel.
A kind commoner offered to lend her a ride on his steed. So they galloped back to Bob who was now accompanied by a police officer on a pony and another police officer who was in a tank. Beatrice was, needless to say, scared of said tank. And the police officer (we'll call him Clarance) was in slight surprise to see Beatrice in her brgiht pink and green medieval, full length, poofy sleeved dress. Beatrice was sure she had no clue why he was so shocked. Doesn't everybody wear clothes like that? Well, they successfully got the gas into Bob. But it wasn't enough because of the awkward slope. So Clarance got into his great tank and pushed Bob to a curb which was level. The commoner suggested we try again since we were off the slope. Bob worked!!!! So Clarance drove behind Bob and Beatrice as they drove to the gas station. Now commonly, when there is a red light people STOP. Not when you're driving with Clarance you don't. So Beatrice probably blew the only red light she will ever legally blow. And entered the gas station from the exit so she didn't have to bother going all the way around.
When Bob and Beatrice traveled back to the 16th century, Queen Myrtle told her daughter she would have to feed Bob more often.  No duh.
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Thats me on the left, my friend Conner in the middle and Kimmy on the right. I'm actually in photoshop with Kimmy. And did I perhaps mention that I really liked my movie poster? 
I also made some awesome friends in dance class. 
) At la casa pequena de Tristan he climbed the tree outside and using his boniculars spied on us. I was "dancing disco" (hahaha! I'm the dancer of the class) and um... I think eating brownies. Yeah... he's quite interesting. 
I think it has also made me inordinately hungry. *eyes pantry* I'm hoping to be better by Sunday so as not to spread the joy to anyone else. Please pray it won't spread to the rest of the fam and get Victoria sick!!! :-\
