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'You walk out of the city, looking a little lonely and sad. Your best friend has just died. Then one of your fingers twitches and the corner of your lips curls into a smile...and you walk away...'
My new cthulu character is awesome. Her name is sonya. No last name. But she's very very evil. I've drawn several pictures of her because I've fallen madly in love with her (I'm going to be ever so sad when she dies. My characters tend to always die, and I love this one even more than my precious ashy). At this point I do not work for either side, good or evil. But my demeanor is strictly the latter. I'm a skinny lil' four foot nine-year old girl. I speak in soft tones. I don't trust anybody. Except Dennis. I trusted dennis. He was my frankenstein monster that was my father figure for a minute. (I'm an orphan, by the by). But he got killed by a bunch of agents. Now the only thing I want to do is gain enough power to bring him back from the dead.
I would like to take this opportunity to deliver a special message to miss sophie radcliffe (aka carradine aka emily quinn). I am severely pissed off at how joe is treating your character, and i would like to help you. Really, I would. But I've died so many times because of similar antics from Joe, and I'm really wary of jumping back into the warpath, unless I am damn near indestructible. A war would have killed my character. Also, If I joined your side, I would have had to fight the wiccas which were supposed to be my allies at that point. Therefore, it would have made no goddamn sense. And if I strictly lived within the guidelines of my character, I was mourning dennis too much to do anything but to try and gain more power so I can bring him back. Also, my character doesn't really give a shit about anything, nor does she have any motive to join the war. That said, the whole blue ninja thing didn't make any freaking sense. You should have been able to take everybody out with those. And all in all, my character wouldn't have been able to win that war for you anyway. I'm still not powerful enough. However, if I get into some situation where I have everybody else who is playing at my mercy, I will look at you and remember that you liked dennis and pity you a little. But at this point my little-girl character doesn't really care about a 40-year old goblin queen that was following her around for a minute.
However, Hannah Sutin still cares about you deeply and wishes to make you cookies.
Awww.
Jay-chan taiski.
RYAN COME BACK TO CTHULU.

"Yeah, we're all sitting here rolling dice and going 'Ryan's such a nerd, he won't come back to cthulu' meanwhile Ryans somewhere doing a backflip over a flight of stairs and going I'M THE COOLEST KID EVER."-me. So jealous I have not the physical capablity to PK.

Okay..I think that I need to stop getting teen people. nah, I like the stories in the back too much. But the amount to which it assumes things about one's gender is ridiculous. Why? This "how romantic is he" quiz BULLSHIT. This quiz supposedly determines how "romantic" (wimpy, resorting to groveling tactics to get tight-ass women into bed) one's sweetheart is. I'm all for sweetness in a man. Really, I am. I don't mind the sensitive types. It's the women that bother me. The ones that make non-sensitive types do degrading things. This quiz assumes very very obviously that the guy does everything.

observe

For your first date, he
A. Took you to a hockey game with a bunch of his friends.
B. Cooked you a yummy candlelit dinner followed by an evening of stargazing in his backyard.
C. Invited you out for coffee.
Okay, besides the fact that they automatically assume that the guy makes the first date (always) let's look at our answers. They appear to frown on this hockey game. Oh no. Hockey. Ice. Lots of attractive men beating eachother with sticks and plenty of nachos instead of one puberty-stricken teenage boy constantly trying to get into your pants. Boo fucking hoo. B is flat out creepy. I mean...*shudder*... and nobody's looking at stars when they're on a blanket. I'm sure that there are some sensitive guys out there who sincerely do that sort of thing, but I'm also positive that many bastards employ severe groveling tactics in order to "stargaze" a woman out of her bra hook. And C. Coffee. I like coffee. There are no problems with coffee. I'll elect 'C' for coffee.
next question.
2. In his wood shop class (no wood shop at Abington!) he made you:
A. A jewlery box
B.A key chain, since you always seem to lose yours.
C. A heart with your names painstakingly engraved on it.
Jewlery box. I already have one, but I suppose it could happen. Key chain..why is this portrayed as negative? Key chains are cool. I'm lost as to how they are 'wooden' but nonetheless, i would be psyched over a key chain. I'd use a keychain. I'd probably just collect dust in the jewlery box because I already have a better one. Answer C stands for creepy. The fact that he had to stab the knife into the heart to engrave the names is disturbing enough. But now, if this relationship should end, you have this relic..staring you in the face..that you broke the heart of a man skilled with a knife. And you would have to burn it.
3.You go to see a new Kate Hudson movie (insert full body cringe) with a group of friends (that this magazine assumes are girls) .When the movie is over you notice he's:
A. Snoring
B.Glad it's over. He's not into sappy chick flicks but he knows you like them.
C. Wiping tears from his eyes. He's a sucker for a happy ending.
Okay, first of all I wouldn't notice shit because I have already stabbed myself repeatedly in the bladder rather than sit through a goddamn chick flick. He will not be wiping tears from his eyes as teen people would like him to because he is happy from said chick flick, but he will be wiping the floor with the people who dragged us into this fucking kate hudson movie and my untimely doom.
4.When he passes you a note, it's bound to contain
A. A further testament to his undying love for you.
B.Inside jokes between the two of you.
C. Plans for your date that night.
Okay, i'll answer this one straight. B. It's always b. It should always be B if you aren't an idiot. Notes get read by other people. You don't want people stalking you on your date that night. Not like either of us know what we're doing ever anyway. It's best to leave things until...soon. And A is once again creepy. Sweet, if it happened once, but this question indicates that it happens a lot. this boy needs to back the hell off with his further testament or he will be beat with hard-bound copies of both testaments.
5.On your birthday, he is most likely to:
A. Take you to your favorite restraunt
B.Serenade you in front of your friends
C. Wish you a happy birthday
We'll go to the restraunt together. I am taken nowhere, i go places with people. Singing is always nice but I could take it or leave it. I don't want to embarrass the boy. and C happens. Alright? don't make saying "happy birthday" sound shitty. it's damn awesome. Birthdays are great. Some people don't have birthdays. You know why? they're poor. Be greatful, you fucktards.
6.At your cheerleading competitions-
no.
7.On Valentines day, he's likely to:
A. Give you a generic card with someone else's name on it.
B.Hire a blimp to fly over your house with a hot pink banner that reads "happy valentines day"
C. Treat you to a big box of delicious chocolates.
If A happens, it's a mistake. And generic cards are awesome. They have cartoons and sometimes a maze and/or puzzle. Although I will actually draw the 'girl' card for once and say that I would probably require at least some sort of squeaky toy or horn with said generic card. I love things that honk. B. I would not notice a blimp. I notice nothing that flies over my house. I'm not in my house. And if i'm there, I'm not staring through the roof. I don't have goddamn x-ray vision. What do you take me for? C. C is for chocolate! Yes! Even if he didn't buy me chocolate I'd buy us a damn trough full of truffles and we would smash our faces into it whilst an imaginary heart forms around us. And then a caption underneath us writes itself out in cursive saying "we may have ridiculous acne, but chocolate makes us horny enough that we don't care"
8.When your guy shows up an hour and a half late to a dinner you worked hard to cook for him, he:
A. Explains that making your favorite dessert from scratch took a lot longer than he thought it would.
B.Hands you a rose and asks you to please forgive him.
C.Apologizes.
Mother of god. I would only accept C. B, i would be slightly peeved that he wasted time buying the rose, making him even more late. I would prefer C to the rose. A is just damn ridiculous. It doesn't take an hour and a half to make a roll of frozen pre-made cookie dough from scratch. He is obviously having an affair.
9. Your boyfriends pet name for you-
O sweet jesus. none of this snoogly woogly shit. At least, not in public. To huge amounts. Maybe a little. I'm going to kill you all.
10.While on a date at the mall, you see an inexpensive charm necklace that you love. He:
A.Sneaks back to the store later that day and bys it for you.
B.Surprises you a few weeks later with the necklace.
C.Agrees that it would look really pretty around your neck.
Fuck you all. It's inexpensive, therefore I have obviously already bought it. If I can't afford something, that is when I ask for money. If I can afford something, I'm buying it before you can touch it. Get off my damn kill bill knife. I mean charm necklace.

"39% of teens find relationships with their friends stressfull"-Teen People. Which I shall now use as a mixing center for my much more important paints.

I hate being a girl. *high kicks self in the face*.
Feel better about the previous incident mentioned in the previous entry. but..I also hate being a girl *solitaire slap!*
Frickin...girl...I...EW...GIRL...
"Time rushes toward us with it's hospital tray of infinetely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for it's inevitebly fatal operation"-Tenessee Williams

okay, yesterday I managed to embarrass the living shit out of myself. I walked from starbucks to seamus's house, thinking it was going to take much longer than it did. It didn't. I asked to use the bathroom, and proceeded to wait in the den until seamus got back. I was uber quiet, since i didn't want to disturb anybody. Drawing. Minding my own business. Problem: no one else knew I was in the house. Not that I knew that. ack. *BLUSH*. whole thing with my parents not knowing where I was, calling the house, people not knowing i was there, calling my pager, me saying I'm at seamus's, calling again, seamus's mom getting freaked out that I had been in the den for hours, both moms getting angry as hell *BLUSH*
fuck fuck fuck fuckitty
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I spent a few hours of the night with a hat pulled over my face apologizing profusely. I still feel like sending them flowers or something. fucking..gahh.
badness.
Still feeling the effects (I rarely, rarely get embarrassed about anything. Ever.)
So, I'm in crawl-into-a-hole-and-die mode today. NOTE! Not depressed. Sheepish. There is a major difference.
And if anybody else says "aww its okay" i'm gonna fucking scream. Not that I don't appreciate it in some region of my brain, i just feel like slapping somebody and yelling "NO IT'S NOT!"
i just really hate making people angry. especially other people's parents. *tear*.
the campaign was awesome though. still *implodes*

"I can't think of anybody more evil than count olaf. Except maybe Hitler."-Diedre Sullivan