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| 08:15am 30/06/2004 | ||||
P.S. - Chapter 3 Harry Potter and the Silver Phoenix is UP! P.P.S - Chapter 11 The Only One She Ever Feared up SOON! P.P.P.S - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! |
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accomplished| Reviving Ophelia | ||||
| 09:27am 28/06/2004 | ||||
I watched the movie practical Magic on TV last night. It was good fantasy. Sally reminds me of herself. I am slowly fleshing out Deva, my novel heroine. My mother says that we cannot get together Wednesday. Perhaps Saturday. I think I'm losing my mind. I think I've never been saner. I love the smell of wild June moonlight. My new scrying bowl broke. I would name my first horse Morning Star. Sometimes I feel like sobbing. But I don't cry. |
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contemplative| News Flash | ||||
| 12:07pm 27/06/2004 | ||||
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excited| My Vacation and Y'all: Part 3 | ||||
| 11:50am 27/06/2004 | ||||
So we arrived at their home, which is located on Heavenly Mountain. It looked like rain, so they've got a tent set up and a huge platform with a sort of Indian white-and-gold castle in the center. It wasn't shaped like a castle, but that's what it reminds me of. Anyway. So the 'mountain women' came, dressed in thier saris (the Heavenly Mountain is a colony/cult base for the Maharashi, mostly families and meditating monks. The Maharishi built tons of homes for the monks and families, but all of them are empty except for my cousin's.) On the platform was a set of golden thrones, and a small altar, and the official, a priest/monk of the Maharishi who spoke with an extraordinarily thick accent. He had a paper bag from the Food Lion (that's like our ShopRite down there) filled with the things he would need, and at different parts of the cermony, he would pull out little plastic baggies filled with coconut or oil and just do it right there. I thought that was beyond tacky. You could take ten minutes ahead of time to make everything look nice and put it in little bowls or something, for goodness sake. I mean, he was working out of a tinfoil wrap at one point. How romantic. It was a two-hour ceremony. There were tons of flies that annoyed the hell out of me. The Maharishi have some Wiccan principles, but they don't go very deep into it, like we do, and they still believe God is male. They worship fire, and water, but find that earth and air are insignificant. You shouldn't WORSHIP the elements per say, but you should respect them - ALL FOUR OF THEM. Goddess. So it's eleven o'clock. I'm starved. They've decided to serve only Indian food - some sort of soup that makes me gag and little white floppy pasta things that taste beyond ew. They look like goose poop. The only thing that was good was the coconut barfi. Yes, the BARFi. But they are oily beyond all knowledge. I don't think I'm moving to India any time soon. |
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blah| My Vacation and Y'all: Part 3 | ||||
| 11:50am 27/06/2004 | ||||
So we arrived at their home, which is located on Heavenly Mountain. It looked like rain, so they've got a tent set up and a huge platform with a sort of Indian white-and-gold castle in the center. It wasn't shaped like a castle, but that's what it reminds me of. Anyway. So the 'mountain women' came, dressed in thier saris (the Heavenly Mountain is a colony/cult base for the Maharashi, mostly families and meditating monks. The Maharishi built tons of homes for the monks and families, but all of them are empty except for my cousin's.) On the platform was a set of golden thrones, and a small altar, and the official, a priest/monk of the Maharishi who spoke with an extraordinarily thick accent. He had a paper bag from the Food Lion (that's like our ShopRite down there) filled with the things he would need, and at different parts of the cermony, he would pull out little plastic baggies filled with coconut or oil and just do it right there. I thought that was beyond tacky. You could take ten minutes ahead of time to make everything look nice and put it in little bowls or something, for goodness sake. I mean, he was working out of a tinfoil wrap at one point. How romantic. It was a two-hour ceremony. There were tons of flies that annoyed the hell out of me. The Maharishi have some Wiccan principles, but they don't go very deep into it, like we do, and they still believe God is male. They worship fire, and water, but find that earth and air are insignificant. You shouldn't WORSHIP the elements per say, but you should respect them - ALL FOUR OF THEM. Goddess. So it's eleven o'clock. I'm starved. They've decided to serve only Indian food - some sort of soup that makes me gag and little white floppy pasta things that taste beyond ew. They look like goose poop. The only thing that was good was the coconut barfi. Yes, the BARFi. But they are oily beyond all knowledge. I don't think I'm moving to India any time soon. |
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| 02:50pm 26/06/2004 | ||||
That night was the rehersal dinner, so my mother fussed and worried of what people would think of her and I got into my cute lil outfit (red tank and red skirt that I consider too short). We arrive at 'Crestwood' another fancy resort. We have the whole place to ourselves for the night. Sadly, I am seated at the kids' table. It is always a mistake to include a three-foot tall vase of flowers ringed with lit candles at the kids' table. After several close misses with the candles, I blew them out. Then I leave to go to the bathroom, apparently exactly as the food arrived. First off, there was a 'bouncer' guarding the door that you had to pass to go to the bathroom, and hewas beyond creepy. Greasy, stubbly, and in the loudest checkered suit ever. He winked at me. *vomits* My cousins and I called him 'the hobo.' So I return to my seat to find that this little scenario is being played out. But first, let me explain about this. I met this side of the family for the first time, as they are my mother's cousin's husband's side of the family who I am not really related to. They have eight children. Yes, count 'em - eight. Six girls, two boys. Frances is the littlest and most viscious. She and Hayley are in cahoots against Maddie and Christine. Don't forget Jenna and and...good god, can't remember the other one. Then there's Willy and Pat, their brothers. Frances is in third grade, Hayley in fourth, but they act really young. So back to the scene. Me: [sits down, ready to resume eating the chicken fingers I would have gladly forgoed in place of the wahuawah fish that the adults were eating] [suddenly notices the hyena looks from Hayley and Frances, and Maddie and Christine] Remy (my cousin): They want your chicken. Hayley [to punctuate]: We're still hun-ngry... Frances: Do you want those fries? Hayley: That chicken? Frances thought bubble: You or that chicken, bub. Me: [completely scared out of my wits][forks over chicken] In thirty seconds my chicken and curly fries disappeared between the four of them. Thirty freakin' seconds, I swear. I was very hungry that evening. I ate croissants and some barbecued chicken hors'devres that was, in my own words, 'Crappy chicken. Great rubber.' I hung out with my cousins, Lindsey and Meagan and Remy and Eva and Justin, who I am quite fond of. I told them all about Chris :) I almost lost my ice cream sundae to those hyenas, as well. I arrived just in time to defend it. |
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awake| My Vacation and Y'all | ||||
| 02:09am 26/06/2004 | ||||
Ok, day one is where to start, I suppose. We started down and drive a good 6 hours until we hit D.C. We stayed in a Best Western. It wasn't that bad a hotel. It was actually sort of nice. Except it was in a bad section of town with a creepy park across the way that looked like Rapist Central. We ate dinner at this restuarant on the water which took about two hours waiting for greasy food in a very loud place, and mom flipped because she thought the stand-up comedian was masturbating when he clearly wasn't. Then we went back to the hotel and went to sleep. I got up at five in the morning, at dawn, to pray using my rosary. I can't remember the whole thing yet, especially the long Star Goddess Litany, so I just said the Hail Lady on each bead. There are over 56 beads. We walked down to the WWII monument, and around the Mall, and then to the Smithsonian. At the Smithsonian we looked at the feminist section - Women in Politics. After this bit, we jump in the car and start driving again - down to Richmond, a two-hour hop. In Richmond we got to stay at a Holiday Inn. It was on the outskirts of Richmond, really, in a town called Koger (like cougar, the kitty.) We were doing really well until I notice all the bubble-blonds hanging around. My mother points a sign on the wall: 'WELCOME RICHMOND MISS TEEN CONTESTANTS'. I said, "I thought I smelled something." I ignored them and went up to my room, changed into my suit and went to go swim in the lovely, heated, bathwater-warm indoor pool. That reminds me. I had my period over vacation, leading me to master the tampon. Mel, be very proud. You inspired me. It was hurting and I know you swear by them, so I figure that if you, Madam No-Pain-Tolerance, could do it, so could I. I went swimming every day of vacation. I also discovered that chlorine makes my eyes hideously sensitive and opening them in a chlorinated pool without goggles is impossible. Then, that evening, we went down to visit my cousin Peggy, with her two sons Will and Sam. Will is maybe four. Sam is two. Peggy is great, but we sat outside and I have 14 mousquito bites on my legs and feet. She served couscous around eight and we hadn't eaten lunch. I *hate* couscous. So the next day we looked around Koger before going to Chapel Hill. We went to their version of a Barnes&Noble, called Books-a-Million, and I got three lovely books on writing - one on plots, one on characters, and one on fantasy. It was good, except my tampon leaked and I had to use the a CVS employee bathroom. Trust me - you never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever want to see one of those. So we go to Chapel Hill, which is where my cousin Jimmy lives - on a ten-acre farm with his two boys Jack, 7, and Ben, 2. Very wholesome names down there. They are fixing up a very cool sort of modern style house, and they have a drooly and lovable boxer dog named Ginger. They made delicious steak-and-chicken shishkabobs and I learned to climb a tree. We had a good talk about worthwhile things, and no one was fazed when my dad blurted out that I was a witch. So. Good haul there. Went back to the hotel, which was supposed to be another Holiday Inn but the pool was drained for repairs so we promptly left and went to the Hampton Inn next door instead. Not bad there either. We left Chapel Hill in the morning to complete the final long stretch down to North Carolina, and the ritzy resort the wedding was held at, called the Chetola. The Chetola is high in the mountains off the Blue Ridge Parkway, and is in the small tourist-y boutique-y town of Blowing Rock. There is a restaurant, indoor pool, gift shop, condos, hotel, paddle boats, lake, canoe, patio, fishing, and due to the wedding, horse-drawn carriage rides. So we checked in to our hotel room, and the adventures picked up into full swing. I'd write more, but it's almost three a.m., and I really am exhausted. More tomorrow... P.S. - I am approved to adopt Kerziene! |
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exhausted| Native North American Phoenix | ||||
| 07:12pm 18/06/2004 | ||||
I'm leaving for NC tomorrow, wish me luck....My mother was being stupid, I LENT her my computer and DID HER A FAVOUR - because hers is all mucked up from viruses - and she comes in and starts meddling with my work and turning off my music and the rest. So I asked her why, and she said because it was stupid. I said she should be a bit more gracious because I was doing her a favour, and her eyes bug out and she says maybe she should just take it for herself and then SHE could do ME a favour...What a childish bitch, I mean really... See you all in a bit, I should be back next Saturday, the 26th...I'll do update frenzy then, because I'm sure to have written some things while I'm away...Bye, all...This is Ms. Cassandra A. Chant. |
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| 10:25am 17/06/2004 | ||||
Kerziene's Adoption! Cute graphic, isn't it? |
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cheerful| Harry Potter and the Silver Phoenix | ||||
| 07:43am 17/06/2004 | ||||
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pleased| Chapter 11 and Continued Work | ||||
| 08:28pm 16/06/2004 | ||||
I wrote Chapter 11 last night at one o'clock in the morning, and finished writing/posting it this morning, at about 11:30 am when I finally woke up. One reviewer says I'm her inspiration. Ah, the good life of being famous. And this is some of my suckiest stuff that I do mostly impromptu. Imagine if I let my *real* work into the world, and unveiled my master piece... I have almost finished the first chapter of my new Harry Potter fic, called Harry Potter and the Call of the Unicorn - or at least it is for now. I am trying to decide whether or not Raven should be an Metamorphus - a witch/wizard who is able to change appearance at will. Anyway, these aree going to be nice long chapters - the first is already almost four pages, and it will probably be six or more before I'm finished. My sunburn is doing better - my shoulder was all red. I have more to tell, but...I'm working. R&R, Ja ne. |
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working| Neoquest | ||||
| 09:55am 13/06/2004 | ||||
I am so close to beating the game on Normal level. I just need to get up to Lvl 50 then I can defeat Jahbal, biggest wizard in the entire game. Went shopping with my mother yesterday. To buy her a dress for my cousin's wedding. We didn't find anything. I got an oil burner though. Pleased about that. I miss Neoquest! |
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disappointed| Cassandra Chant and the Unexpected Love | ||||
| 10:06pm 11/06/2004 | ||||
Ok, first off: WiLL. Dear Will has not bothered to IM, call, or visit since February, where we stopped talking. Apparently he recently discovered I was interested in him and completely and utterly lost all sense of time, space, and emotions. He is this close *holds up finger and thumb together* to fitting into the jerkwad category. Seriously. I don't know what his problem is, but he better fix it. Because at this rate, his window of opportunity is rapidly c-l-o-s-i-n-g. Secondly: No such luck with the football player. Gorgeous, but we have nothing in common except a shared bitterness towards high school society. Oh well. His friend Mike never returned my best pen. 9.9 Thirdly: Ok, here is the mother lode. (sp? Seen it spelled both as 'lode' and 'load'. Whatever.) This is about Chris. So buckle up, everyone. Please keep hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. I like this guy. Quite a bit. Which, as everyone knows, is a big deal. I don't settle on a guy until he has passed extensive screening processes, personality aptitude tests, and average stressor antigen situations. Then, once you're in, you're in. I will be interested in the same guy for a good six months. That's the shortest. Longest - two years. So you see that if I like Chris and am willing to admit it, I am quite serious. Reasons why: -Not only does he respect my religion, he's slightly interested. -He's very adorable in a nonconventional way -He is courteous and well-mannered -He's into Duel Monsters -He writes beautiful Lord Tennyson-style poetry - and calls me when he needs help -We're both Harry Potter fans (we practice Parseltongue and incantations) XD I know, I know...but still, he's so cute... Ok, now I have several tangible pieces of evidence that he is interested in me. 1. His friends say he likes me, and that whenever anyone mentions me he talks about me for a good twenty minutes. 2. He has been known to flirt with me. 3. Whenever he has to go somewhere (drop off a paper say, or to another exam), he'll take the long way around so we can walk and talk together. 4. He gave me the nickname 'Dark Queen'. 5. He's mentioned how much he likes my hair. 6. Because he'll be in England for my birthday, he gave me my present early (Blue Moon Certificate!) 7. He asked me out a date, rather. 8. I've been to his house to study. 9. His kitten has the same name as my dog. (How is this relevant? His kitten is just adorable, that's all! ;)) Dream guy, right? Perfect date, rose included. But there's a snag. Now, as we all know, Melissa is dating Dave, 'flirting' with his two friends, plans on marrying her soulmate Anthony, enjoys mooning over her ex-boyfriend Kyle, and still somehow managing to maintain the idea of two boys at school - Rich the track guy and Chris. You'd think, with so many of her own, she'd let me have just this one. But nooooo. Melissa insists that: 1. She's liked him longer (not true, I asked her before I started flirting and she said no). 2. I repell guys (only jackasses, I say). 3. He's intimidated by me (he calls me all the time). 4. He flirts with her more (suuuuuure he does). 5. He likes her (You keep tellin' yourself that). I think this is all due to her confusion over Dave, and this brings it back to familiar territory. She calls Chris 'her blonde lover' and 'Blondie' along with 'my Chris.' Quite annoying. So you can see when I am unhappy. She is being indescisive and delusional. Gods - Libras. *sighs* Gods, I hate men. |
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morose| Dark Lady | ||||
| 05:52pm 08/06/2004 | ||||
Had my last day of classes. No more biology, no more French, no more Algebra and no more chorus. Ever. Again. I have only two words: THANK GODDESS. I want to transfer back. My mother is renigging on her pledge and refusing to let me leave. I used my digicam to take more pictures today. I took one of Lauren V. and she tried to wrestle it out of my hands and smash it under her foot - my lovely, expensive, father's-first-born-camera. Well, I did a spin and a kick and a good fist and she did not get the camera. But seriously. No matter how much you hate pictures, just grin and bear it. Have some class, damn it. Got some when she wasn't looking. Had Mel take a picture of me - pre-color. Got a few after-color. It really looks different. I have my RELIGION exam tomorrow. *snorts* A good waste of 1hr20 min. |
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complacent| Kerziene and the Photograph | ||||
| 04:08pm 07/06/2004 | ||||
It's a funny world. So, to Kerziene. I don't I've told you guys this yet, and you probably don't care, but I am quite pleased. I stumbled over a Neopian Adoption Agency, that focuses mainly on putting painted ped into good homes. I went loking at the different pets for adoption, and fell in love with an Island Peophin named Kerziene. So, for the past few weeks, I've sent my application to her foster mother and have been angling to become her new mother (on my Mystik account, maybe the Niksaqueen account later even.) I think she might have decided to pick me - she's been asking questions to make sure I can make the transfer - I even opened up a new MSN account because she doesn't have AIM. So I am hoping - no, praying - that I am accepted as Kerziene's new mum. Amazingly enough, I am just completely in love with her. And it is looking promising. So cheer for me. Woohoo! I brought the digicam to school today and tried to coax people into letting met take their pictures. I have a rocking one of Mel, and a good few of Scholarship Ryan, but none of Jenna and the ones I have of Chris are crappy. Oh, and a good picture of Darcy too. :) Lauren V. says the camera will steal her soul and avoids it at all costs. Photographs - the difference between frozen time and living eternal. I think I need another photo frame. Chris is going to be on vacation in England for my birthday, so he gave me my birthday present early. He's so precious! ;) I got a certificate to Blue Moon. My friends know me so well. :) I had my last A day classes today, and found them all utterly boring. I was exempt from my Western Civ exam, but everyone else had to review, and they are all going to fail. Nobody knew Tchaisky - 1812 Overture, or the fact that the Battle of Waterloo was fought in Belgium, not Germany. They will fail and I will laugh. Most heartily. Tomorrow I get my hair done. Dark, not sure whether I want curls or not. I have to do something about my bangs too, and get my eyebrows done, as they look horrendous. <- Nice word. :) On the last day I am getting a stool from the art room to decorate - now that we have the new wing with new supplies we don't need the old stuff. Mel and I are both getting a stool and painting them. I'm not sure what I'm doing on mine yet. But it will be cool. I'm starting a new fanfic - Harry Potter and the Call of the Unicorn. A fabulous book if there ever was one. It will take a great deal of planning though, and will include a non-Mary-Sue character called Raven Hallowell. I really like the name Hallowell for my characters. Don't ask why, I don't know either. I love Sugar Quills. "Certainty of death...Small chance of success...What're we waitin' for?" -Gimli, LOTR Return of the King My new motto. That and: "Kick ass and leave a footprint." *rare smile* You're dismissed. *devious chuckle* |
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| 06:59pm 04/06/2004 | ||||
My daddy says they make me look pretty. (aka - not demonic.) Love ya, Daddy! Then: that stupid Ryan (blond Ryan, now referred to ass Jackass Ryan, or JR for short.) [Scene opens on homeroom 108. Every is either doing homework or hanging around.] JR: *waves CD player in my face* See this? You aren't supposed to touch it. Me: That's nice. *turns away* JR: It belongs to the kid who thought you were wearing a tablecloth [my poncho] yesterday. Me: Your point? JR: Well, I just thought I would let you know. And everyone say's you're mean to them. Me: I don't care what everyone says. JR: Well, they all say you're a bitch. And an ugly, fat bitch who looks like a monkey's ass. Me: Do I look like I give a shit about what people say? JR: You should. They say you're awful and nobody likes you. Me: Still, NOT CARING! JR: Well, you're just a frigid dyke. Me: Oh, your vocabulary is so shitty you can only think of swear words? Yeah, really clever, really witty. JR: Well, you're just a dyke, ok? Me: If your are going to waste my time standing here insulting me, you can just go away. Go away. I don't want to see you anymore. Go away. *shoos him away* Five minutes later: JR: I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I'm sorry if you thought I was trying to offend you, so aren't we still friends? Me: No. You're not sorry. In the next five minutes you'll be doing the same thing and not be sorry at all. We are not friends. So just go away. I'm not a bitch. I'm just not some idiot who lets herself be walked all over. Going to Chris' tomorrow to study. My dad is sure we will be spending the time making out. 9.9 Even though I still sort of like him, and Melissa likes are six guys at once so I am sure she won't mind if I have just one. I mean really. Putting up Chapter 9 shortly. Got rave reviews, mainly from Voakands. :) Thanks, Voakands! |
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bitchy| Chapter 8 | ||||
| 06:35pm 01/06/2004 | ||||
I am so glad we go this whole Krista thingy over with. And I did not in any way prompt this. So ha. However pleased I am with the idea. Doug is really starting to creep me out. He said he bought 'a star thingy' over the weekend (read: pentacle). His 'I know magick' thing makes me SICK. Besides, I think I'm sending him mixed signals. I think he thinks that we are this close *holds up finger and thumb together* to dating. So instead I am sending him 0 signals. No signals at all. Yup, the dreaded silent treatment. READ CHAPTER 8 AND REVIEW, DAMN YOU PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!! |
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devious| Toria and Kaiba | ||||
| 07:43pm 31/05/2004 | ||||
I've expanded chapter 8 a LOT though, because I don't want to have t put in a chapter 14, because if i did that i would need a 15 to be nice and even. so bluh. heehee. 1 million and 31,000 np. |
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giggly| My Soulmate - Seto Kaiba | ||||
| 11:17pm 29/05/2004 | ||||
Ok, I cheated by modifying my own...but still. So nice to hear it. |
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flirty| Fanfic | ||||
| 05:28pm 29/05/2004 | ||||
Meanwhile, more background info on Toria. (Hey, does anyone know what a Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu character for fanfics are? I hope Toria is NOT one!) Name: Toria (Victoria) Hallowell Original Name: Cassandra Shinatashi Her cat's name: Marley Hair color: deep purple (think almost eggplant) Eye color: Amethyst purple (jewel tones look GREAT on her) Skin color: ivory Lips: lilac-y Height: 5 ft Cup: almost B Favorite food: lilac ice cream and teriyaki chicken Favorite animal: cat/horse Boyfriend: Kaiba Card: Witch of the Black Forest Wants: To be free, to be with Kaiba Fears: to be locked away, to be with her father Worships: Artemis |
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