We are all in some way the same. Any of us can be traced on parchment and placed over another and the outline will match, at some point. Keep turning the page until it fits just right. Call it coincidence, if you will.
I can hold you up against me and often the lines match up perfect.
The following is an excerpt from an old handwritten journal.
Yesterday I saw my reflection and waited for an answer. I stood there like an idiot, swaying and staring. It took a while, but what I found was strength and self-respect. The bags packed themselves and walked right out the door. My hand held tightly to all that really mattered, my own heart. All of my abandon had left the poor thing in a sad state, atrophied. But if I am patient and use it a little more each day it will regain its once youthful bounce. It will be fit for giving...forgiving. Forgiving.
(I needed the white noise as well.)
p.s. it is yours and no one can take it away.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3601 – 3800 of 4926 Newer› Newest»I'm not sure Miss T. I have doubts. Those tests are partly taken to be sure that a student is able to handle their difficult course load, and also to place which classes they might excel at.
I got accepted much too easy, when everyone who knows about the school has been telling me how difficult it is to get accepted there and I doubt I even qualify to handle the classes when I couldn't even do that in high school.
I don't know. And it's not just that. There's other things that are bothering me.
Today is just one of those days when my doubtsa are rearing it's ugly head.
Don't stress BC, you'll do fine.
Colleges and Universities like to have a certain amount of mature students in their lessons so I'm sure you'll be welcomed with open arms.
HIYA!!
I JUST WANTED TO YELL SOMETHING TOO!!
YAY FOR EVERYONE!!
*DANCES REALLY LOUDLY*
-A
Thanks Miss T.
I'm just tired.
Hi Amy
BC,
'If the Sun and Moon should doubt,they'd immediately go out.' William Blake
Hiya BC!
FASC, sorry I couldn't stay! Mister was bored and wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to go pick on him for a bit.
=A
HIYA AMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HIYA MISST!!!!
Anon,
Thank you.
I'm gonna go take a nap. Take care guys.
Take care Bc,hope you have good dreams!
Have a nice snooze BC!
Must be sleepy time at Mayo's.
-A
See you later BC, stop worrying sweetie.
WHY ARE WE SHOUTING AMY?
HI!! :D
OK beddy byes time for me.
Nighty night everyone. Take care.
Byeeeeee.
I'll try Miss T. Sweet dreams *hugs*
Thanks anon, but it looks like the nap is postponed. We're gonna go get our laptop fixed. There's something wrong with the Windows program :/
Hi RW *big squeeze* :)
Night, Miss T :)
Hi, BC :) *SQUEEZE!*
I DON'T KNOW WHY WE'RE SHOUTING! NOTHING BETTER TO DO, I SUPPOSE!
GOODNIGHT MISST!
-A!
How was your day RW??
You seem so happy today :)
HI, A! :) HOW ARE YOU??
I feel good today, BC after about 4 days of feeling unwell, so that makes me happy :)
How are you today?
Aw that's great to hear RW :)
I'm okay, just a bit tired
Did you have a long day?
Today felt like the day that would never end! O_o
LOL, Hi RW!
Not bad, looking for stock photos. How're you?
-A
Stock photos?
Nah Rw. It was just one of those blah days that made me feel tired, but last night, I couldn't sleep, so that's the main reason I'm feeling sleepy.
I'm not a heavy sleeper, so sometimes I struggle just to get enough hours.
hello. it's raining. :)
Sometimes I'm the same, BC. Though last night I actually had a good night's sleep.
Hi, TJ :)
RW, yeah. Sometimes stock photos help when it comes to sketching a body in a position that you find hard to envision.
Hey, how hard is organza to sew anyway?
hello, resurrected wreck. how's it going?
amyranth, you can also take a photo of yourself in a mirror for poses -- not the really hinky ones, but simple stuff. or make mister pose for you!
Organza? Can be tricky, though it's a damn sight earier than chiffon!
Not bad, TJ :) How are you?
Raining, you say? Is that good or bad?
Teej, I tried that once! I wanted to do a painting, and I needed him to sit in the bathtub. That's all. Just sit with his clothes on. He refused. That bugger.
RW, I'm trying to sew puffed organza sleeves to a cotton-spandex body for a costume for Hallowe'en, any tips?
The puffed sleeve part was easy :P
-A
Spandex can be tricky, A. Is the body of the costume already sewn? Do you just have to insert the sleeves?
Hey everyone
How's things around here tonight?
resurrected wreck said...
Spandex can be tricky, A. Is the body of the costume already sewn? Do you just have to insert the sleeves?
Yes, and yes. When I sewed it, I did stretch it a little bit as it went under the foot, but if worse comes to worse, I can rip out the stitching.
-A
Hallo Elena! How were your books?
-A
raining is always very good, resurrected wreck. always. :)
and i'm doing better, too.
amyranth, what's the use of having a guy around the house if he won't pose for drawings??? *tsk*
you have my sympathies.
you could also use photos of classical greek statues -- it's amazing how many poses you can find.
Hi, Elena :)
hello elena, it's good to see you!
Yes, and yes. When I sewed it, I did stretch it a little bit as it went under the foot, but if worse comes to worse, I can rip out the stitching.
Sounds like you're on top of it, A :)
Teej, you're a genius! And it's all musk-ly too!
-A
Hey Amy, RW and TJ
Well my books were just fine today! Sold a bunch of them. That's always good.
Now I'm filling book orders here at home and chatting with you all.
So what's the exciting topic tonight?
RW, good! Now, hopefully I won't get frustrated and end up hot-gluing the sleeves on in desperation :P
-A
hello
Well, I'm asking about artsy-craftsy stuff. BC was taking her laptop in t get fixed, Teej just got here, and RW seems to be chillin over in the chair.
What are you orderin?
Hallo Silence!
hello amyranth
hello silence. :)
How's it going for you today?
Hi Silence
I'm not ordering Amy, I'm selling. It's funny I just packaged up a book that sold that's going right down the road from here. Hey, the person should have just come in my bookstore.
RW, good! Now, hopefully I won't get frustrated and end up hot-gluing the sleeves on in desperation :P
It's happened!
Hi, Silence :)
hello toujours and elena.
i'm doing good.
how're you guys?
hi resurrected wreck
No doubt, RW! Especially when you get closer and closer to the due date!
-A
I hear that kind of "sewing" happens a lot in film work, A. Thankfully, though, not so much in theatre.
Time for me to have my shower & turn in.
Have a great evening, all :)
i'm okay, silence. :)
hey, i wanted to share a couple of things with you guys. i recently found this comm over on lj called "wtf_history" -- it's cool, every entry is just something weird that happened. there were a couple today that just need to be shared. :)
here's the first:
On the eve of the 1908 Olympic Marathon (held in London for the first time) all of the favored runners attended a party and drank til dawn (some until the race itself began). The start of the race was little weak 5 runners puked before going 1 mile. The race continued to thin leaving only the favorites by mile 10.
The favorite was Native Canadian, Thomas Longbost (Cogwagee) collapsed being too drunk on Champagne to continue at the 19 mile mark.
The only person to finish the race was Italian Dorando Pietri, who had to stop 5 times and ran the final lap staggering backwards. His trick was to keep drinking brandy throughout the race. In the end he was carried over the finish line. The only person to finish under his own power was American Johnny Hayes.
Night RW!
-A
here's the second -- it's long but so very worth it. this one will blow your mind!
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given by the American Association for Forensic Science, AAFS President Don Harper Mills astounded his audience in San Diego with the legal complications of a strange death. Here is the story:
"On 23 March 1994, the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound of the head. The decedent had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide (he left a note indicating his dispondency). As he fell past the ninth floor, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter not the decedent was aware that a safety net had been erected at the eighth floor level to protect some window washers and that Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide anyway because of this.
"Ordinarily," Dr Mills continued, "a person who sets out to commit suicide ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended. That Opus was shot on the way to certain death nine stories below probably would not have changed his mode of death from suicide to homicide. But the fact that his suicidal intent would not have been successful caused the medical examiner to feel that he had homicide on his hands. "The room on the ninth floor whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing and he was threatening her with the shotgun. He was so upset that, when he pulled the trigger, he completely missed the wife and the pellets went through the window striking Opus.
"When one intends to kill subject A but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with this charge, the old man and his wife were both adamant that neither knew that the shotgun was loaded. The old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her - therefore, the killing of Opus appeared to be an accident. That is, the gun had been accidently loaded.
"The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun approximately six weeks prior to the fatal incident. It transpired that the old lady cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. The case now, becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus."
There was an exquisite twist. "Further investigation revealed that the son, Ronald Opus, had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23, only to be killed by a shotgun blast through a ninth story window.
"The medical examiner closed the case as a suicide."
source: http://www.strangedangers.com/content/item/140504.html
good night resurrected wreck!
I'm doing just fine, Silence.
But very busy
I like that story, TJ, but it is an urban legend.
Snopes.com is your one stop shop for finding out of stuff is true or not. :)
I am bruised from head to foot and so effing tired! But I have a movie to watch tonight and some green tea goji berry bread. YUM! :D
Wow Teej.
That's seriously screwy shit.
There's am LJ comm with this and it's being touted as history? O_o Please tell me someone debunked that last one. It's not history, it's internet lore.
Oh, before I go! I heard from The Fay Three (or is that Le Tres du Fay?) and they sounded thrilled and SO EFFING ADORABLE! Just to let you all know, I think the show is going well. ^_^
ANd by "tres" I meant "trois," holy god, someone put a stop to me. O-o
Aaaaand I fail at makng anime emoticons too.
Okay, I give up. Bye!
Good night resurrected wreck
thanks, kapunua, but i just thought it was a good story -- and i didn't read the comments, so it was probably mentioned there too.
it's still a good comm.
*sigh*
*sigh*
Why?
elena! you talked to me!
:D
Uh, yea.
Was I supposed to ignore you? I mean if you want I can but that seems kinda weird
no no no no no no no!
it's just...
i've been standing here in the castle for awhile.
so! what was the best book you found in the latest hunt? :)
Mayo,
I'm no poet.
But, I can acknowledge that, so it's okay.
I ran across this on my quest to learn new things about everything all at once, and, I dunno, you struck me the type to get something out of it.
I live and breathe and explain everything because of another's words, and I can live with that. The way I look at is if they are able to say what's inside of me better than I ever could, I'll stick it in quotes, easy peasy. :)
Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We, all of us, do exactly this nearly all of the time—and whenever we do it, we are not poets.
Guilty as charged.
Later, dude!
SS,
'Bout to post a Blink song if you aren't careful, and it's pretty repetitive in nature, so forewarning. ;)
I hope you're well, just like I hope all of the time. Kind of running out of ways to say it! Anyhoot, have a good one!
A paperback Dr Who that sells for $100.00 dollars.
Oh crap now I have the Dr Who music stuck in my head!
wow, elena, i'm impressed! you have such a good sense for those things...you are a true book hunter.
i'm immune to the theme: i'm listening to the lotms cd. haha!
Poor TJ :(
Blogger kept kicking me out. I couldn't even post a comment, and I've been trying for the last 15 minutes :/
So super big hellos to TJ and Elena. I hope you guys are well. Goodnight mustard
Woo. I don't have to work until Saturday. Not sure it that's good or not. Hmm..
hello back to you, bc. :)
that sucks about not being able to comment. ick.
Julius J. Carry III (March 12, 1952 - August 19, 2008), was an American actor. Carry has appeared primarily in numerous television roles, including Dr. Abraham Butterfield on Doctor, Doctor and the bounty hunter Lord Bowler in the The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. He also portrayed the main villain Sho'nuff in the cult classic film The Last Dragon.
He died on August 19th, 2008 of pancreatic cancer.
Augh, stupid mosquito bites!
-A is SUPER ITCHY!
Hey BC
Good to see you. How are you tonight?
well I feel Super Bitchy, so we're only a letter apart.
Hiya Blogbelieve Lovelies!
Yo Mayo, what's new?!
Just swinging by to say I have been thinking about all of you and I miss you all.
I can't stay, but always know you are always on my mind.
Take care everyone.
♥ to all of you.
It does TJ. It happened before I'm afraid :(
10:47,
That's sad. R.I.P.
hey anima! hello amyranth. :)
that's sad about the actor. i remember him from brisco county.
Sho’Nuff: Am I the meanest?
Gang: Sho’Nuff!
Sho’Nuff: Am I the prettiest?
Gang: Sho’Nuff!
Sho’Nuff: Am I the baddest mo-fo, low-down, around this town?
Gang: Sho’Nuff!
Sho’Nuff: Well, who am I?
Gang: Sho’Nuff!
Sho’Nuff: Who am I?
Gang: Sho’Nuff!
Sho’Nuff: I can’t hear you!
Gang: Sho’Nuff!
Sho’Nuff: The Shogun of Harlem!
Hi Anima. Take care, and come back soon *hugs*
Thanks Elena. I'm okay, just a bit tired. How about you?
Hallo Amy, you poor thing. Let us scratch our mosquito bites together ^_^
Outside the sky is light with stars;
There’s a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.
How little I thought, a year ago,
In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
That he and I should be sitting so
And sipping a cup of camomile tea.
Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.
Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and round and plain to see.
Camomile Tea
Katherine Mansfield
Sho'nuff: Kiss my Converse!
for some reason that poem reminds me of the little place i stayed in ireland. i think it's the line about the sea.
but all of a sudden i can remember the way the wind sounded there, and the chill the peat couldn't really remove, even though it was spring.
thank you, 11:01. i haven't thought about that for years. :)
Oh I like that poem. Katherine Mansfield was an excellent author but she died so young.
Mmmm... Chamomile tea..
I'l be right back!
-A
Mayo
So about this hatred towards paper plates – what’s your take on Chinet? Okay, ignore the question I’m just being silly. I do want to say though that hatred towards paper plates leads me to believe you don’t wash many dishes. I’ve put in my time at the sink, have dishpan hands and so I can appreciate a good paper plate.
Yeah, so anyway. I haven’t said goodnight to you for the past few nights. There were several reasons. One – I was in a pissy mood and when that happens I don’t like to take it out on anyone. I just think it’s best if I say to myself. Second – I’ve been sick. When that happens I get really pissy. So see, I was totally not talking to you and I was doing it for you. Hey, I still don’t feel all the great but I don’t think I’m pissy today. Hell, I worked all day and didn’t mutter one evil word under my breath to anyone. Even the woman who wanted to know why I wouldn’t take her books in trade. Seriously, they had no covers. Her remark? “Well the whole story is there.” Oh, Boy. Yeah, I’m sure I’m gonna put a book on my shelf without a cover. Okay, I rolled my eyes but I held my tongue.
So since I’m still not feeling up to par. (another stupid saying) I’m gonna turn in early. This means I will more than likely get up at 4 am but maybe not. It’s good sleeping weather, as my grandma would have said. Nice and cool. Weird weather for Kansas in August but I’m not complaining.
Take care. Hope your mood has improved. (That was a nice way of saying; hey hope you’re not still pissy).
Night Mayo
Elena (so do you wash dishes?)
Night TJ, Amy and anyone else who is around.
Be excellent to each other....
Tonight I read something that brought me to tears. It wasn‘t for me or about me. Still, I can't shake the feeling that I should make sure the message is delivered. The person who wrote it left it to fate but the person it’s addressed to needs to read it. Should I get involved?
(It is blog related so that's why I'm asking here.)
If it is blog related than you should let the person it is for know.
good night, elena. rest well, and get better all the way. :)
Goodnight elena sweet dreams.
I had to make an emergency pit stop at the kitchen and get some vanilla bean ice cream. Yum
double posted that comment and don't for the life of me know how. :/
anyway, advice anon, perhaps you are the instrument of fate. feeling so strongly about it could mean that this is your role, to pass the message along. it's a fine line, i agree, but since it's already on a public blog, it isn't like you are invading someone's privacy.
but you should listen to your own inner voice, of course, as your ultimate guide.
Advice,
"I believe that you will see this if you are truly meant to."
I think she said that for a reason. It's all good stuff about people so why start shit?
*comes back into the main room from the archive*
*glares at the empty hall*
this is just not right.
*scowls*
*sets a baby monitor on the coffee table*
*takes receiver with her back to the archive*
goodnite honey
Hey guys! OMG, I'm talking to Fim, Solly and Smoke! And they are driving back to their hotel and they have Frank Iero in the trunk. Apparently, he's real little, and he fits quite nicely.
He's got EGG tattooed onto his ankle.
Just letting everyone know this update.
Byeeeeeeee!
♥
Oh man, I totally just lost them. We were chatting on the phone and Fimble had just said "And I felt blood on my head" and I said, "Oh my god I just swallowed a bug" and then they all started breaking up (reception-wise I mean,) and then all of a sudden the line went dead.
Bet you anything Frank jumped out of their trunk and ended up being some kind of crazy monster instead of the sweet and forward-thinking musician we all know and love, and shanked them all! WITH A CHAINSAW.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make!
I also want to add that Smoke, Solly and Fimble all sound so damn adorable it's kind of unbearable!
*flings open the doors to the main hall*
*a little out-of-breath*
i thought i heard someone...
oh.
there's no one here.
i thought i heard kapunua...?
and before that, one other...
fooey.
well, good night, kapunua!
good night, other voice! ♥
Oh shoots, anon, I love that movie. It was the start of my enduring crush on Dwight Frye.
O_o
Good night, TJ-dono!
d'oh! kapunua, you're still here? hi there. :)
I was just about to go to bed; I had just closed out the credits of Richard III and was thinking to myself, "Robert Downey Jr. dude, he's so much hotter now that he's older, holy crap I would bang that like a screen door in a hurricane," when suddenly the phone rang and it was those three botches on their way back from the concert, WHOOP WHOOP! ^_^
But, now I think I might go to bed. :)
that's cool that you got to talk to them. i bet they had an awesome time. :)
They totally did, they said both bands were full on amazing, and they have pics and videos. Now they are going back to the hotel room to watch porn* and I am so mad! They're having so much fuuuuuuuuuun!
*Not really **
**Maybe.
i'm glad they didn't get stopped by the storm, too.
Okay well, it's way past time for me to get mah ass in bed.
Smoke, Solly, Fimble Jazz, OMG I love you gals and I'm so glad you had a great time at the concert and did not get blowed by Fay.
SAFE HOME.
PINK BUBBLE!
Yep, I think Fimble just blew back at it. FWHOOOOOOOO. Li'dat.
Have a good night! ^_^
Few things eclipse
the coming of night.
A cessation of noise
is the first
and finest unfolding;
the noise of the sun,
the incessant howling
of that radiation storm,
an interference
and an insult to my senses
which are finely tuned
and made for night.
As the sun recedes,
so does the noise recede;
and then, behind the veil
that thins and thins again,
I can perceive
the first strands
of the song –
the first strands
are the ocean pulses,
stars and beings,
all around, above,
below and deep beneath me,
singing as they are,
the song of life itself,
the song of time
and unbound freedom, flight
immeasurable and immense,
star children as we are,
and trapped here
in the realms of day
that cuts the chord
and the connection
to the beauty of it all,
to the beauty in my soul.
But now, the night is coming.
Hushed whispers,
radiance recedes
and now, I come to life;
I can emerge,
unfold my wings
of regal hues,
of blue and black
and as the last rays of the dying sun,
blood red, now fall and falter
and the endless beauty,
splendour now arises all around,
so do I rise, so do I wake,
so do I fly.
good night kapunua. :)
oh my, 12:42, that is lovely. there is definitely magic in the night.
Come, my love, and take the wings of night
To catch the sprinkled stars along thy flight.
The high road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
Come ride the wind with me
Until the stars are dimming.
Come run with me along the edge of heaven's fire
From the dawning of the night until its funeral pyre.
The high road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
The wild way, the wind's way
With the gray wolves grinning.
Come fly with me, my love, and never tire
When the juice of life meets heaven's ire.
The red road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
Come taste of life! Come fear no death
Until the stars are dimming!
beautiful!
but are vampires and witches allowed to keep company?
*yawns and strolls a cart with chamomile tea and lavender cookies on it out from the kitchen*
Wrinkled parchment, yellowed lace,
Time-worn pearls, buttons, hooks,
Satin skirts whispering with worn hems,
Age within the ageless face
Shown only in the artless grace,
The knowing smile, composed, serene,
Of one whose nights are filled with life
And days spent deep in sleep's embrace.
Youthful in each curve and dip
From cheek and eye to swaying hip,
Beside the fire she sits and knits,
Warm wool between her fingertips.
She remembers blood and rain,
Pleasure, joy, sorrow, pain,
Wild nights running with the wolves,
Or flying with me over the plain.
The youthful body, childlike grace;
The dancing lightness of her steps;
Belie the years we both have lived.
Though now she dresses not in lace,
Satin, silk, or antique pearls,
Still it is thus I see her now
Whenever I dream of her by day
While wrapped, content, in her embrace.
Elena: Lover, fairy-light,
Yet stronger than the steel of swords;
Mind to mind and soul to soul,
Heart to heart together bound.
Bound together, yet as free
As eagles dancing on the wind;
And thus I hope it well may be
For us, for all eternity.
It Happens.
hey amyranth! have you been making tea this entire time?
it happens, huh? cool. *grin*
and are the vampire poems for elena? how lovely. :)
1:07, very pretty!
*sips some tea and settles into a chair*
Hello !
I am popping in real quick to say G'day
I haven't read back yet so *big wave to everyone*
elena what dr who book sells for $100?
Well, tea and cookies. Both sleep aids. Help yourself.
when did Mayo become uncomfortably obvious?
and is interested in strunk and white?
what is that?
Ergo, around 3:00 - 4:30 yesterday afternoon.
-A
grammar
Hi Ergo. Goodnight to anyone who's off to bed
ok I'm talking to myself?
I know strunk and white now
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
The_Elements_of_Style
That's what I found.
-A
hi ergo, hi bc. :)
i'm here, i was just finishing up for the night in the archive.
whoa there are peoples!!
don't sneak up like that
*calms beating heart*
thanks anon
I was teaching the use of the capital, full stop, question and exclaimation marks today.
you'd think by yr 8 it would be known
but this is why I tutor
we may tackle the comma next week!
Ergo, it's just been Teej flitting around for the last bit, I think she keeps locking herself in the Study, or The Vault, or maybe even The Library.
But she's somewhere. I just came out of the kitchen with cookies and tea.
-A
*exclamation
obviously I missed spelling *blush*
Aah! The Archive!
-A
you're welcome :)
*blots cookie crumbs off of her lips*
Um, boo?
*heehee*
it's easy to flit when you can go ecto. :)
SHIT!!!!!!!
Amy quit that!
("note my usage of the exclamation point and capitals to show I am yelling. Can anyone tell me why I might have yelled that?")
"note my incorrect use of usage. I need a coffee"
obviously you missed the seekret dungeon
*giggles at Ergo*
Cookies and tea, perhaps?
*flits to kitchen*
*flits back with coffee for ergo*
here ya go.
*grin*
Hi TJ :)
And Ze Seekrit Garden.
'Allo BC!
how are you doing tonight, bc? :)
*sits on couch*
*wiggles toes in stripy socks*
thnak you TJ, and I'll have a cookie if I may Amy?
my student is here and he has a 10 minute afternoon tea break before we begin
I've been having a 20 minute tea break. Yum.
Hallo Amy! How's the mosquito bite?
I'm good TJ, listening to some music, thank you for asking. How are you? :)
i'm listening to music, too, bc. :)
BC, I have four of them. And they all itch at different intervals and different intensities.
So I'm trying really hard to ignore them all.
*rakes the back of her leg with her nails*
But it isn't working.
I was blasting MUSE at high volume in the car :)
best way to drive, though on long trips I have a real soft spot for ZZ Top
BC when do you start college? It's soon isn't it?
Amy, not that you probably have any, but vegemite is good at stopping the itch.
*nibbles another cookie*
Yeah, I definitely don't have any. Even Calamine Lotion would be good.
Hmmm..
*goes to raid her bathroom*
Amy, I was going to suggest iodine but a safer remedy is a cotton wool ball, soaked in balsamic vinegar and pressed firmly for at least a minute.
It helps to relieve the itch.
ooh and then have some balsamic beside you and some strawberries kick back and relax!
Amy anything that is like a paste that dries, maybe toothpaste?
That's cool TJ. What kind of music are you listening to?
Poor Amy. Try not to scratch it too much, otherwise it'll get huge.
Ergo, yep. The first official day of college starts Sept 2nd. We have a major holiday on the 1st, so classes will be closed that day. I have my first day of orientation on Monday already.
Oooh, wait! I have an aloe plant upstairs. Duh. Should have thought of that.
a paste of baking soda works, too.
bc, i'm listening to tbp. how about you, what have you got playing? :)
are you excited?
It's so good you are taking steps to get some qualifications.
I saw you said you thought they accepted you too easily, but it's probably as they have a mature age intake, so it would be different to someone going in from school
...or even a hot pepper sauce dabbed lightly on it.
*thumps back downstairs*
:/
I can't harvest an innocent plant.
*ignores her mosquito bites*
That's cool TJ :)
I'm mostly listening to some random crap, depending on my mood. Some of it are songs from the European dance genre, like Real Mccoy or from the 80's genre, like Bryan Adams or Billy Idol.
baking soda with a little water and dab it on. it dries up and eventually stops the itching
2:13, really? like tabasco?
interesting. *files that tidbit away*
oh man, billy idol. that's good stuff, bc.
yes, but ever so lightly toujours, you may have sensitive skin :)
2:18, i always have tabasco sauce around, so i'll definitely try that next time the bugs find me tasty.
and i'll be careful, i promise. :)
Ergo, you may be right, wise one :) I'm excited, scared, nervous, indifferent all at once. Sometimes it's been hard to contain myself. I'm mostly nervous due to new surroundings and meeting new people.
The most annoying part has been the apartment search, I'll admit. Some places have the amenities I like, others don't. And it's been suggested that I take the train home after school every day, but then there is the job, so I don't think that's a good idea.
I would be way too tired and less alert if I did that.
i hope you can find the apartment you like, bc, and hopefully it will be close to the school. that way, you won't have to miss out on campus life. :)
TJ, I just love billy idol ^_^
yep, he's growly good, bc. *hee*
Thanks TJ. I hope so too. There's the studying and the working, but I don't want to miss out on the city life. There's so many opportunities.
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
Hahaha, I'm first again >:)
And with that, I think I'll go to bed. Urgh, I gotta stop reading The King in Yellow.
BC, the only advice I have for you is to really think about what YOU want. I'm confident that you will make the right choices, but remember, regardless of the choice you make, you're only ever half-wrong. And besides, you have a lot of do-overs yet!
Good luck.
Goodnight Lovelies, Mayo and SS!
*peers at the moon from her telescope*
-A
what's that amyranth? it seems familiar.
bc, i just know you're going to love going to college!
Oh!
*pops a bottle of sparkling cider for BC*
-A
Teej, it's the King In Yellow. Robert W. Chambers. A great book, but the whole play is never written out.
It's said if the play is performed in it's entirety, the audience will go insane.
-A
good night amyranth. :)
*stretches and gathers her blanket from the chair*
Goodnight Teej, BC, Ergo, and Tabasco Anon!
wow. a challenge. *grin*
thanks, amyranth -- sweet non-itchy dreams!
*half way down the hall to her room, she stops to scratch both arms, her leg and the back of her neck*
Thanks Amy, TJ *hugs*
Goodnight Amy, sweet dreams. I think that's my cue to leave. I'm gonna go listen to some music, then head to bed.
Goodnight TJ, I wish you the best week ever, if possible. Goodnight Ergo, sweet dreams. Enjoy titoring ^_^
Night everyone!
Sugarplum: Have a super wonderful time at the Queensryche show. I'm still planning on going to see Nightwish, but only if it doesn't land on a school night. I might, just might go see Metallica in January. Not sure yet though. Sweet dreams to you *smothers with super sloppy kisses*
P.S. I didn't see him at the shop tonight. Oh well. There's always college ^_~
I'll be okay.
Miranth: I miss you. I hope you're okay ♥
poor amyranth.
she's just too juicy. the bugses can't leave her alone.
Thanks for the cider Amy
*sips*
Yum!
Night everyone!
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