(11:05:41 AM) Quincy Archer: i want to tell you abvout my lady gaga dream
(11:05:47 AM) James: ko
(11:05:49 AM) James: ok
(11:05:54 AM) Quincy Archer: and it made me all wet and snuggly
(11:06:00 AM) James: ohmy
(11:06:03 AM) Quincy Archer: okay.
(11:06:12 AM) Quincy Archer: so, at school, we were doing this preformance thing
(11:06:14 AM) Quincy Archer: like a musical
(11:06:17 AM) Quincy Archer: but with techno music
(11:06:41 AM) Quincy Archer: so, we finish, and the special guest is lady gaga for some reason
(11:06:43 AM) Quincy Archer: well, im back stage
(11:07:12 AM) Quincy Archer: and suddenly, all the curtians close when shes done. and im in this huge dress
(11:07:30 AM) Quincy Archer: and i get knocked over by one of the BIG ones, and trust me thats hurts like hell
(11:07:34 AM) Quincy Archer: and there's like 3 of them
(11:07:51 AM) Quincy Archer: so im about to get run over by another one, and she saves me
(11:08:14 AM) Quincy Archer: and I'm like "oh! lady gaga!!" and i start cryingg, becasue despite the sunglasses, i know her face.
(11:08:40 AM) James: thats cool
(11:08:43 AM) Quincy Archer: well.
(11:08:43 AM) James: hah
(11:09:00 AM) Quincy Archer: I ask her to sit with me in the audience to "enjoy the other stuff"
(11:09:08 AM) Quincy Archer: and she starts telling me how adorable I am
(11:09:30 AM) Quincy Archer: and she just can't stand it, she thinks im so cute and she reels on about it for awhile
(11:09:43 AM) Quincy Archer: until suddenly, she grabs me and kisses me
(11:09:49 AM) James: oh!
(11:10:21 AM) Quincy Archer: and she finally lets go after a CRAZY make out session which was TOTALLY HOT.
(11:10:35 AM) Quincy Archer: and she's holding my hand
(11:11:07 AM) Quincy Archer: and I ask her "will you come and go out with me tonight to places?" and she says "well... I dont know if i can, I..." and I get really sad
(11:11:26 AM) Quincy Archer: and she looks at me and says "no, no, I'm sorry, of course i will, You can come with me my little love."
(11:11:35 AM) James: whoa
(11:11:38 AM) James: haha
(11:12:11 AM) Quincy Archer: and I'm like "oh, yey! <3" and the show is over or whatever, and everyone starts leaving
(11:13:27 AM) Quincy Archer: and i stand to leave too, but she pulls me down and says "hey you, you're so cute, I love you to death, little love. I want to hold your tiny little hand everywhere, and I want to hold your hand in the market and on the street and at dinner and everywhere, and everyone will find us unusual, but I don't care becasue I love you."
(11:14:09 AM) Quincy Archer: and she hugged me, and i snuggled her
(11:14:20 AM) Quincy Archer: and then i woke up. :_:
(11:15:39 AM) James: aww
(11:15:42 AM) James: thats cut
(11:15:45 AM) James: cute
(11:15:53 AM) Quincy Archer: she was so nice <333
(11:15:54 AM) Quincy Archer: XD
(11:16:02 AM) James: i could imagine
(11:16:10 AM) Quincy Archer: i think im bi.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
BORED AS HELL.
This is what happens when I have money and want to go shopping.
I should really save it, I'm not working lately.
I should really save it, I'm not working lately.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Virgil's temper was so short. If you said the wrong thing, he would always go off on you. Of course, he always apologized. He was an uneasy man, and was always trying to learn to be polite and kind. This was tough for him. He'd seen hardships.
I remember his features so well, becasue they were so memorable in my mind. His strong, but not overly large chin, covered in facial gruff. He was messy, especially when I'd first seen him, he was babbling and shocked at the sight before him. He was a tall, strong man. His brown hair always looked wind whipped and messy. He wasn't much for his personal image. When we'd met, we was a monk-in-training. I thought in the beginning that he was simply an awkward, scared man.
And then he saved my life.
Virgil seemed to always come to my aid, jump to my rescue. Somehow he was well skilled in the arts of fighting with a staff. Why this was, was a mystery to me.
I met him in January of 1885, midst the wreckage of a destroyed train.
I don't remember much from it... Maybe my mind was trying to push away the carnage. The train had been attacked. Virgil claimed that I was the only one he found alive. He seemed so frantic, but I was so tired.
I woke up at an inn, laying in a bed. My wounds had been almost completely healed of me. It turned out that Virgil dabbled a bit in the white magicks. He was sitting by my bedside, reading something to himself. He was pleased to see me awake and alive. I'd been out for 2 days.
I think that was the first thin I found charming about this certian character. He didn't know who I was, but he aided me so readily.
TBC...
I remember his features so well, becasue they were so memorable in my mind. His strong, but not overly large chin, covered in facial gruff. He was messy, especially when I'd first seen him, he was babbling and shocked at the sight before him. He was a tall, strong man. His brown hair always looked wind whipped and messy. He wasn't much for his personal image. When we'd met, we was a monk-in-training. I thought in the beginning that he was simply an awkward, scared man.
And then he saved my life.
Virgil seemed to always come to my aid, jump to my rescue. Somehow he was well skilled in the arts of fighting with a staff. Why this was, was a mystery to me.
I met him in January of 1885, midst the wreckage of a destroyed train.
I don't remember much from it... Maybe my mind was trying to push away the carnage. The train had been attacked. Virgil claimed that I was the only one he found alive. He seemed so frantic, but I was so tired.
I woke up at an inn, laying in a bed. My wounds had been almost completely healed of me. It turned out that Virgil dabbled a bit in the white magicks. He was sitting by my bedside, reading something to himself. He was pleased to see me awake and alive. I'd been out for 2 days.
I think that was the first thin I found charming about this certian character. He didn't know who I was, but he aided me so readily.
TBC...
Friday, April 3, 2009
Anime club notes
I want to read that poem.
We also need to do the: "Summer fashion expose!" I thought it would be fun to show off lolita and kimono styles for summer. You know, how to dress decently.
I'll get Marin and James into it. I need to find some more people, soon!
We also need to do the: "Summer fashion expose!" I thought it would be fun to show off lolita and kimono styles for summer. You know, how to dress decently.
I'll get Marin and James into it. I need to find some more people, soon!
Old Poem
“The Totally True Story of Jen’s First Manga to School”
By Jen!
Are you happy or are you sad?
Well teachers think anime is bad.
There's Tillie, Bachmann, and Wilson too,
if you like anime they'll come after you!
One day during a science lab,
Tillie came up like a little tab.
I picked up a book,
and she said with a snook,
“give that thing to me, you little crook!”
I was sad and worried too,
the book I hoped they would not look through,
but then I did not get my wish,
they slipped through my dreams like a little fish!
Good god! Oh lord!
The peach man they did see aboard!
Bachmann said "I don't like that book!"
She also gave me that little look.
And then Ms. Krumm came down,
hopping like a kangaroo,
and said, “That book is bad! Shame on you!”
Mrs. Wilson just gave me a wink.
Good lord! Hell!! Now I don’t know what to think!
So I was scared and lonely,
and I didn't know where to turn,
I was sad and hopeless,
and I began to yearn.
I yearned for the manga!
I wanted it back!
But whenever I asked for it, the teachers said "You're way outta’ wack!"
One day, I just decided to make something up,
I said my friend needed it back:
Jerome, to be exact.
They said:
"Bring that damn book home today, and if we see it again, we'll throw it away!"
So think again if you think about bringing anime to school,
just think again, because it's against the rules.
If teachers start yelling, and hopping like a Kangaroo:
Ahh!! Look out! They're coming after you!!
This poem is like from 6th grade when I brought my first manga to school. It was pretty amazing. This story is a little embellished in poem form, but you could never tell, could you? Anyway, it's win.
By Jen!
Are you happy or are you sad?
Well teachers think anime is bad.
There's Tillie, Bachmann, and Wilson too,
if you like anime they'll come after you!
One day during a science lab,
Tillie came up like a little tab.
I picked up a book,
and she said with a snook,
“give that thing to me, you little crook!”
I was sad and worried too,
the book I hoped they would not look through,
but then I did not get my wish,
they slipped through my dreams like a little fish!
Good god! Oh lord!
The peach man they did see aboard!
Bachmann said "I don't like that book!"
She also gave me that little look.
And then Ms. Krumm came down,
hopping like a kangaroo,
and said, “That book is bad! Shame on you!”
Mrs. Wilson just gave me a wink.
Good lord! Hell!! Now I don’t know what to think!
So I was scared and lonely,
and I didn't know where to turn,
I was sad and hopeless,
and I began to yearn.
I yearned for the manga!
I wanted it back!
But whenever I asked for it, the teachers said "You're way outta’ wack!"
One day, I just decided to make something up,
I said my friend needed it back:
Jerome, to be exact.
They said:
"Bring that damn book home today, and if we see it again, we'll throw it away!"
So think again if you think about bringing anime to school,
just think again, because it's against the rules.
If teachers start yelling, and hopping like a Kangaroo:
Ahh!! Look out! They're coming after you!!
This poem is like from 6th grade when I brought my first manga to school. It was pretty amazing. This story is a little embellished in poem form, but you could never tell, could you? Anyway, it's win.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Using this shit again.
I need to vent.
You know what??
Kami-sama help me for being such a horrible, intolerant person, but I know officially hate you if you're a fucking Christian. I used to be Catholic, until I realized how fucking stupid all of it was.
Yes, I said it. If you fucking believe in that crazy fucking Jew, Jesus, I hope you die horribly and burn in your hell for being cruel to every damn person you ever hurt for your damn god and your shit bible. The cross? It's a fucking symbol for Hate mongers in my honest opinion. You guys are just as bad as fucking Nazi's.
And, holy fuck, how am I supposed to fucking respect my elders when they all have IQ's of 10? Literally, I feel like I'm going to burst.
BABY BOOMERS AND WWII ERA SURVIVORS: fuck. you. all. Okay? Your government lied to you, taught you the "History of the victors" to make you hateful little fuckers. You guys couldn't think for yourselves. I'm sorry for that. Nobody gives a fuck about your racist asses anymore. Thats why we built old people homes. Nobody wants to hear you anymore. The war ended 60 years ago. It's not cool anymore to hate on a country that is our friend... Hell, our brother, even!
And I just fucking love how Americans pretty much ignore the fact that Hitler had millions killed just for the hell of it, and everyone is just like "oh... holocaust. Cool." not "Oh, fucking krauts, I fucking hate Germany, they are all evil bastards."
It's "JAPAN ATTACKED CHINA AND PEARL HARBOR, OH FUCKING SHIT, THOSE EVIL FUCKING ASSHOLES."
When the fuck did we ever give two shits about China anyway?? And when was it okay that we obliterated 200,000 civilians, mostly with torture? Uhm, anybody forget that we dropped a pretty horrible bomb on Japan? So... What that fuck? What makes us so high and mighty? We tortured innocents and decided to fight dirty. A LOT dirtier than the Japanese ever did, sorry! I hate living in such a biased country. Of course, I hate my country. It's too bad. I almost forgot because the public actually did something with some brains and voted a decent president into office.
Fuck you people, I'm off to go pray that Kami helps to make me a more tolerant person towards the likes of you idiots. My pastor would be completely appalled at me, and I understand why. Phew.
You know what??
Kami-sama help me for being such a horrible, intolerant person, but I know officially hate you if you're a fucking Christian. I used to be Catholic, until I realized how fucking stupid all of it was.
Yes, I said it. If you fucking believe in that crazy fucking Jew, Jesus, I hope you die horribly and burn in your hell for being cruel to every damn person you ever hurt for your damn god and your shit bible. The cross? It's a fucking symbol for Hate mongers in my honest opinion. You guys are just as bad as fucking Nazi's.
And, holy fuck, how am I supposed to fucking respect my elders when they all have IQ's of 10? Literally, I feel like I'm going to burst.
BABY BOOMERS AND WWII ERA SURVIVORS: fuck. you. all. Okay? Your government lied to you, taught you the "History of the victors" to make you hateful little fuckers. You guys couldn't think for yourselves. I'm sorry for that. Nobody gives a fuck about your racist asses anymore. Thats why we built old people homes. Nobody wants to hear you anymore. The war ended 60 years ago. It's not cool anymore to hate on a country that is our friend... Hell, our brother, even!
And I just fucking love how Americans pretty much ignore the fact that Hitler had millions killed just for the hell of it, and everyone is just like "oh... holocaust. Cool." not "Oh, fucking krauts, I fucking hate Germany, they are all evil bastards."
It's "JAPAN ATTACKED CHINA AND PEARL HARBOR, OH FUCKING SHIT, THOSE EVIL FUCKING ASSHOLES."
When the fuck did we ever give two shits about China anyway?? And when was it okay that we obliterated 200,000 civilians, mostly with torture? Uhm, anybody forget that we dropped a pretty horrible bomb on Japan? So... What that fuck? What makes us so high and mighty? We tortured innocents and decided to fight dirty. A LOT dirtier than the Japanese ever did, sorry! I hate living in such a biased country. Of course, I hate my country. It's too bad. I almost forgot because the public actually did something with some brains and voted a decent president into office.
Fuck you people, I'm off to go pray that Kami helps to make me a more tolerant person towards the likes of you idiots. My pastor would be completely appalled at me, and I understand why. Phew.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
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