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So which LOTR Villain are you? Hmm??
made by Michelle at EmptySpace.
Personally, I think the Ring is tacky-looking. But maybe that's just me.
May. 4th, 2003
So which LOTR Villain are you? Hmm??
made by Michelle at EmptySpace.
Personally, I think the Ring is tacky-looking. But maybe that's just me.
More villain quizzes.
May. 4th, 2003 11:08 am
You are an evil squid. The giant calamari of
Middle-Earth.
Oh well, at least you got to feel up Frodo.
Advice:Keep your tentacles to yourself unless you
want
an angry gardener to have a hack at you.
Hee hee.
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May. 4th, 2003 05:40 pmJust got lectured by my father. *sighs* Rather tedious. I suppose my parents are just doing their jobs as parents, and I can see how it could make them slightly uneasy when I'm out playing cards with a bunch of older guys at eleven o'clock at night, but I didn't need the whole spiel about how when my dad was eighteen and nineteen, he was hanging out with older people, not younger ones, and therefore my friends are all fundamentally screwed up. Sheesh. And Pat invited me to go for a walk with this evening at around seven, but after being told repeatedly that I should never, ever again do anything with any of my senior friends without a roughly my own age their, I just didn't bother asking. I got the distinct impression that I'm not going to be allowed to go unless I can make Eddy or Beky go as well, so I should probably see if I can't contact them first, before asking Mom or Dad.
But gads, these are my friends. And we were bloody playing Feudal Wars all evening. And before that we were doing tarot readings. And my dad's still all spazzed out and telling me that he's "a little wary of the situation" and I should always contact Eddy or Beky or someone and have them come with me, because "that's what girls do". Which brings up the question of whether or not he's figured out that I never do anything just because girls my age are supposed to. If I did, I'd be wearing a pink Abercrombie shirt and glitter mascara and be ogling pop stars. Dear Eru.
I don't even have the energy to be that ticked off. It was just unnecessary and boring. After he finally stopped talking and went away, I just lay on the floor listening to Blood Tears and looking at the cieling--not even staring at the cieling; that's too strong a word. Just sort of looking. I'm really not feeling strongly anything at the moment; sort of midway between being numb, being depressed, being lazy, and being content. Just sort of... muted. I'm dimly aware of the fact that I'm incredibly behind in my English and History work at the moment, but I don't really care, except that the phrase "I don't care" has too much of an edge to it, it's not so much Not Caring as just sort of an absence of really caring that much. Hehe, and I'm scheduled for a catastrophe in my immediate future; that'll probably be it. That's a sort of pale shade of amusing. Except the phrase "pale shade of xxxx" sounds too bleak. Gah, English doesn't seem to be a muted enough language to describe how I'm feeling (or not feeling) at the moment.
*sighs* Well, I suppose I'd better figure out what the heck I'm doing this evening. And getting some English homework done might be a good idea as well. Or maybe I'll go back to lying on the floor doing nothing.
Claudia Beth King
But gads, these are my friends. And we were bloody playing Feudal Wars all evening. And before that we were doing tarot readings. And my dad's still all spazzed out and telling me that he's "a little wary of the situation" and I should always contact Eddy or Beky or someone and have them come with me, because "that's what girls do". Which brings up the question of whether or not he's figured out that I never do anything just because girls my age are supposed to. If I did, I'd be wearing a pink Abercrombie shirt and glitter mascara and be ogling pop stars. Dear Eru.
I don't even have the energy to be that ticked off. It was just unnecessary and boring. After he finally stopped talking and went away, I just lay on the floor listening to Blood Tears and looking at the cieling--not even staring at the cieling; that's too strong a word. Just sort of looking. I'm really not feeling strongly anything at the moment; sort of midway between being numb, being depressed, being lazy, and being content. Just sort of... muted. I'm dimly aware of the fact that I'm incredibly behind in my English and History work at the moment, but I don't really care, except that the phrase "I don't care" has too much of an edge to it, it's not so much Not Caring as just sort of an absence of really caring that much. Hehe, and I'm scheduled for a catastrophe in my immediate future; that'll probably be it. That's a sort of pale shade of amusing. Except the phrase "pale shade of xxxx" sounds too bleak. Gah, English doesn't seem to be a muted enough language to describe how I'm feeling (or not feeling) at the moment.
*sighs* Well, I suppose I'd better figure out what the heck I'm doing this evening. And getting some English homework done might be a good idea as well. Or maybe I'll go back to lying on the floor doing nothing.
Claudia Beth King