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Monday, August 11th, 2003
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8:35 pm - I Ouch
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Okay. 360 kick done by a karate master to the bicep is not a good thing. I have a bruise the size of an apple on my arm. Teachers have already asked if I'm "okay"...Asked if everything's okay at home. I, then, must explain that no one is hitting me...It's merely my karate sparring class extremes.
OH GOOOOOOOD NEWS!!!! AFTER THREE HORRIBLE AWFUL WICKED EXTREMELY PAINFUL YEARS OF RUBBER BANDS, EXPANDERS, AND ALL THE TRIMMINGS, I GET MY BRACES OFF!!! FOR GOOD!!!!
Huzzah. I am so psyched. You cannot fathom it. I have been threatening my orthodontist once a month that if he didn't get them off soon, I was going to bite his finger and then impale him with his own orthodonture tools. Well, after bickering and madness, I am getting them off. One more thing that won't make me oh so hideous. Woop WOOO...
And now Linda's ticked. Gotta run.
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| Sunday, August 10th, 2003
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5:16 pm - The Beginnings of The Abacus of Kora
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Okay, well I said before, on both my now deceased Xanga and on Blurty! that I would write out some of my story here. Bear with me...it's not much because I handwrite this story and it's a pain in the ass to have to type it all out here.
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There was a silence so still that it was near defeaning that frosty Snow Month night. A cocky smirk tugged at the corners of my seductress's mouth, and the rapidly diminishing flame of my last good candle cast an eerie glow over the two items that lay before me upon a circular and warped wooden table. A dagger with an impressive adventurine and hemitate hilt was the more exquisite of the two; the steel blade was still glistening with the crimson droplets of blood from this evening's assignment.
However, the second item held more meaning for me than my prized weapon. It was a simple wood frame with tiny rods and beads made from carved stone, the once shining black lacquer tarnished from a century's worth of use from various family members before me. I extended my hand, my pale skin near translucent when bathed in the fair moonlight. My eyes flickered towards the candle's sputtering glame, and with the same fingers that had momentarily been stroking the abacus, I pinched the wick. The neon blue flame died beneath my cool grasp immediately, and a tingling snesation ran through the length of my arm before subsiding.
With a tender care for the abacus, an heirloom and the key to a past that still haunted me, I gently slid one more bead down across the first rung and felt it settle on a notch beneath my fingers.
A dozen paid kills, although none as well rewarded as this one, I told myself proudly. The black leather purselet, containing fifty golden ducats, would feed an entire family of six for half of a twelve month cycle...Possibly longer.
After wrapping both near sacred items in black silk and storing them safely away, I paced before my half open window, allowing the moonlight to run molten and wild in my veins. I eased back onto my bed roll, which consisted of naught more than thin linens covering worn straw.
That night I slept lightly, as usual, mantaining my never ceasing vigil that had kept me alive, unscatched, and uncaught for these past twelve jobs.
A good assassin is never caught off guard.
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Well...That's all that I feel like typing for right now. IM me if you want more or something...It's Lycoris Twilight.
current mood: Longing
current music: October by Evanescence
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3:44 pm - Jumping Off Of Buildings To Protest the Evilness of School
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First day of high school for me today. I get there early and there are cliques of girls with so obviously unnaturally high lighted hair that I think I'm going to retch. Their skirts couldn't get shorter and not be considered underwear. Their tops could not get tighter without bursting at the seams, and I have this theory that they shove so much padding down their bras that they are using enough materials to make eight coats and a full blown, four bedroom house...Twas disturbing.
I knew three people. One was a teacher from last year who now goes by her maiden name. One was a girl from my karate studio, and one was my friend James (Jaime). Oh yeah. No classes with any of them...Well, except the teacher and that's because she TEACHES me. Go figure. A teacher teaching, or at least attempting to. *rolls her eyes* I am thrown off course by the mere concept of it.
I get there, and I'm already in a pretty crappy mood from someone drawing me farther and farther into insanity, when I realize that James hasn't showed up like she's promised, and I'm already pretty late. I start walking towards the auditorium, when I get distracted by the nice big library ....^_^!!!! Of course, I had to stop in...And I ended up buying the used version of a trilogy that my friend recommended a while ago for a total of a dollar and fifty cents. Then I start back down to the place where I'm actually supposed to be, and that's when I meet up with James. We go together and listen to this poor guy who claims to be some sort of adminsitrator but really honestly couldn't direct sheep into a field without the help of about eight sheep dogs. He tells us to "clap once now clap twice come on and show me that wolf spirit" but I end up sitting there in the tenth row, staring at him like he's insane, possibly BECAUSE HE IS.
Oh..And after that I got crappy directions to my Pre IB English 1 Honors class and ended up walking around in multiple circles for half of the class until some older woman took pity on me and helped me search for about ten more minutes before we finally found it, because her sense of direction was worse than mine. So sad.
Anyway, I'm planning to jump off of the building in protest of high school. But then....
Who would be around to mock the one and only Stoner High of Clonesville, USA?
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| Saturday, August 9th, 2003
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10:22 pm - Death to Xanga Sites...And other evil things.
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I recently had a nice little account set up at Xanga...I loved it. It rocked. Well now it won't let me into the damn Xanga.com site, so I can't update it...But once I do update it, I'm just going to tell everyone on there that this is, in fact, my new online journal site. Yes. Because this one rocks far harder than the evilness known as XANGA!
Death should befall....:
Xanga, white sandals, things that leave you hanging, boys, crappy printers, rotten food, broccoli, braces, alcohol, bug bites, Michael Jackson, fried ravioli, overly flexible people, anime/manga, Britney Spears and every boy band that has EVER existed, school, Mrs Thomas the science teacher, nail polish, the color hot pink, unnatural blondes, Arizona summers, dirt under fingernails, stalker flys, cinnatwists (the addictive kind), cherry chapstick, cows, elbows, stand still side kicks, most skirts, high heels, glasses, dresses....
I would do more, but I am really supposed to be focusing on a school project right now..So I'll attempt to do that. Oh! And I'm gonna post a bit of a story here soon...Yay...Go me.
And remember...Death to XANGA!
current mood: - Awake
current music: We're Not Gonna Take It- Bif Naked
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