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[30 Nov 2009|09:28pm] |
( Private )
My Thanksgiving was rather uneventful. Since mom invited Lisa over, she didn't have the usual holiday dinner crowd. Lisa didn't come, of course, which just made dinner me, mom and dad. I hated it for the simple fact that I had to spend the entire evening with my parents. I would have preferred going to Mokuba's for dinner but my mom has a tight hold on me for holidays. I'm pretty sure that even after I graduate she'll be sure I show up for every one of them.
I went to the doctor that day too. The doctors can't find anything wrong with me. I suppose that's a good thing, though I figured there would be some way to explain the headaches and the memory loss. They did say the left side of my head looked as though it had been hit really hard with something before and asked if I could recall anything that might have caused it. Of course I don't, which made them wonder if I've lost any other blocks of time in my life and they're doing tests. Great. In the meantime, they gave me pain relievers and told me to 'take it easy.'
I went shopping Friday morning, probably not what the doctor meant by taking it easy, but I always found shopping to be therapeutic and watching idiots fight over things was actually sort of fun.
My weekend was incredible. That was more taking it easy, I suppose. Mokuba and I went away for the weekend and it was nice to be alone with him without the stress of my parents being nearby or even having to worry about cheerleading or what I did in that week that I forgot. Mokuba was incredibly sweet too.
It was just... nice.
I feel a lot better, so if anyone noticed me being annoyingly cheerful at school today, now you know why.
( Private to Jennifer )
( Private to Mokuba )
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[30 Nov 2009|09:35am] |
The maid didn't wake me up early enough and I had to rush to get ready for school this morning.
In short? I've had no coffee today.
I can't survive a day on no coffee.
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[30 Nov 2009|08:01am] |
Someday someone will have to explain to me the virtue of it being a very pleasant day when one cannot seem to think of anything worth doing.
( Private )
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[28 Nov 2009|12:46pm] |
I cut myself today. To see if I can feel.
I can't.
I'm going back to sleep. Sleep is like death. Why do I have to wake up?
This took me five hours to draw. My marker ran out of ink. Then I couldn't find a red crayon, so I mixed Bittersweet with Purple Pizzaz to get a decidedly non-blood color. Then I found red and proceeded to do the rest. I played Tic-Tac-Toe on myself. I lost. I'm always the loser. My tears are periwinkle. It's the only color that describes my SOUL.
I love my brother.
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[27 Nov 2009|07:22pm] |
Oh, no. Do I have to? I always get NERVOUS when I have to introduce myself. However, if I must…
My name is Vash Stampede. I’ve been a hunter of peace, chasing the elusive mayfly known as love, for many many moons now. ... Or something like that.
There’s no rest for me in my search for peace. I meditate diligently every morning. Subjects are life and love.
…I quit after three seconds.
It seems I joined at a bad moment. But, come on, what can be better than Thanksgiving and Black Friday, eh? Thank you for the low prices~! Thank you for the clients~! Come visit me at Gunsmoke, the best diner you’ll find in the city! I’ll give you beautiful ladies a discount~!
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[27 Nov 2009|05:10pm] |
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| Happiness is not a warm scalpel. |
[27 Nov 2009|09:52am] |
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Since the people on these boards tend to be interested by large group activities and I'm rather bored on Black Friday, I'll propose a new method of wasting time.
Let's have an entire conversation with song lyrics.
I'll begin:
Knock, knock. Are you alone?
No one's out here, and I was not followed...
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[26 Nov 2009|06:51pm] |
Hi everyone. My name is Lorelai. I'm a senior at Harmony High and pretty much glad to be almost done.
Some of you might know me. I don't participate in any of the cliques and generally try to talk to anyone.
So to those who don't know me, introduce yourselves because I always like meeting new people. To those who do, let me know you're here as well.
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[26 Nov 2009|03:02pm] |
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I have to say, Thanksgiving took me by surprise this year. I was so wrapped up in my own problems that I didn’t even notice today was the world’s worst holiday until my parents had called and begged me to come over for dinner. I agreed but I would have preferred to work today. The zoo is throwing a huge dinner that involved getting dressed up as either an Indian or pilgrim which sounds like a lot more fun than just staring at my mother’s burnt turkey but whatever, I suppose I would get free food regardless of where I went.
As soon as I walked through the door I was greeted with the usual worried parent questions (“How’s school?” “How’s work?” “How’s your friends?” “Do you have a boyfriend?” “Have you been eating/sleeping well?” “Do you need money/furniture/food?” “Why don’t you visit/call more?”) and, of course, I opted for the nice answer instead of the honest one. My parents have enough stress as it is anyway.
Right now I’m actually trying to hide from them till dinner. Whenever I come home I feel like such a terrible person, like I’m burdening them or something. It’s completely irrational; I don’t even have the excuse of being adopted to feel like this!
Oh, I’m not making any sense. I just need to shut up and suck it up for good old fashioned turkey day fun. At least I can be thankful about not having to spend the night. I have to be at the mall at the crack of dawn tomorrow for Black Friday sales. I have to say, I’ve never been so thankful for shopping madness before in my life.
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[26 Nov 2009|09:51am] |
Thanksgiving. The one day I can't get away from my parents no matter how hard I try.
My saving grace is that I'm going to the doctor to get these headaches checked out. And the damn tests Jennifer suggested.
( Private to Jennifer )
( Private to Lisa )
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| 11 - The world we knew will never come back. The life we had isn't ours anymore. |
[26 Nov 2009|10:10am] |
Something ... really weird happened this morning. I'm still not sure if I can explain it.
I woke up early -- like, really early. 6AM. No alarm, no dog sitting on my face to get me to let him out. Just... woke up.
And automatically, I got up, and made a pot of coffee. Not normal coffee, either. As dark as physically possible. My mother, who is always up early, came into the kitchen, and couldn't drink the stuff even when she half-diluted it with milk.
She asked me who I made it for, and I told her that it was tradition, to make my 'nii-sama' coffee on Holidays.
She looked at me crazy, and for good reason. Because she doesn't speak Japanese, for one. Nii-sama -- er. It means 'highly respected older brother'. When I explained that, she was even more confused. Because you can't give my brother coffee or he'll be up for weeks. And she also knows I'd never refer to Guy that way.
Automatically she assumed I was sick and wanted me to go back to bed.
It's weird ... I know.
I poured the coffee down the drain. Nobody in the family could drink it.
( Private. )
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. My mother loves this holiday, and since I got up early, she's recruiting me to help cook. I'm on stuffing duty. Chopping celery, apple, and onion. And later she'll have me peeling apples. Possibly until the end of time. I guess it'll be something to do. I've already got most of my homework done.
Lilly? Are we on for Friday? I got the keys, if you still want to go. I'd invite you over for dinner, but I have a feeling your mother will be having some kind of dinner.
I hope everyone is happy and well fed for the holiday. If not on turkey, then whatever will make you happy. I'd be perfectly content with pizza but my mother won't listen to reason.
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[25 Nov 2009|08:49pm] |
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I've been back at work and avoiding everyone, especially James and kept myself rather busy.
It's not helping me forget.
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[25 Nov 2009|07:50am] |
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I really like Mr. Wesker's idea, so I'm going to steal it!
Ask me a question - anything - and I'll answer, and ask one in return!
If you think it's a private subject matter, you can screen the comment to just me.
Anything goes! :D
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[24 Nov 2009|05:40am] |
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SO! Thanksgiving.
Mum just emailed me telling me to 'get [my] ass home for the holidays', which isn't that much of a task considering I live about twenty minutes away walking [and/or fifteen jogging and seven riding my bike]. I don't know though. It's been a while since I've seen my parents and things've happened and I'm... Not exactly sure I even want to go.
But then I sit back and realize that my 'relaxing at home' will most likely result in my getting antsy and going anyway, so what's the use?
Anyone else have cool, interesting and/or fun plans? Or just getting together and sharing in the holiday spirit?
Man if it weren't too late to do so I'd suggest a huuuuuge Network-Thanksgiving-dinner-thing. It would be pretty neat to have everyone cook and bring something! Maybe next year?
Also, I'm working on something for you guys. :c I said I'd do it a while ago and ended up not doing it so now I'm doing it.
God, I'm rambling a lot tonight.
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I am very fond of asking questions, as some of you may have noticed. It occurs to me, however, that I don't often give as much as I take. Perhaps you find it rude, or perhaps you don't care. In any case, this time of year brings to mind the concept of sharing. I have never been one to resist the taking, myself, but the giving has given be pause many a time.
Perhaps some of you can relate.
So, I suggest a new approach. Would any of you care to play along? I have a little time to kill and an endless supply of curiosity. How about for each question you ask, I ask one in return. Or if you haven't any questions, tell me something about yourselves or what you've done. Something queer. Something quirky. Something horrible. It can be a secret or it can be trivial. Anything you'd like to tell - as long as it's interesting and true - in exchange for information of equal value, something quirky for something quirky, and so on.
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[24 Nov 2009|12:24pm] |
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It's crunch time in my class. Final paper outlines have been cemented. I can't help but be excited! Someone's writing a paper on lesbians of color. I have to say that's a topic I've read a lot about, so I'm quite excited.
I'm sort of excitable as of late...hm.
Anyway, I hope you are all well. :3
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[24 Nov 2009|07:43am] |
I hope everyone has fun plans for Thanksgiving. I plan to eat myself into a stupor and ignore all of my schoolwork until the day before I have to go back.
That's me being a rebel.
Some friends and I went shopping yesterday, and the strangest thing happened - there was some guy there, dressed up like Santa Claus (isn't it a bit too early for that) and he followed us from store to store for a good...I don't know, half an hour? We finally got freaked out enough that we went to the security desk.
And of course, conveniently, Santa vanished.
Be on the lookout for a renegade fat man in a red suit.
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And here I was, thinking the worst had passed. Now my sister is amnesic and Gabriel is going crazy or something. ...Is anyone else feeling ill? I really hope not.
Nngh. I want to crawl back into bed and sleep for another week or maybe two. But I guess I can't. I can only steal cookies from James' apartment for so long before he hides them away. And I have to go to work and all.
…I was almost expecting the company to give my part to someone else. I think they would have, if it wasn’t because the play is… oh- in one week! Damnit.
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At least I can’t say I didn’t make any physical activity these last few days.
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