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Symbology is good and all, but this year is gonna be exuberant and fun! Hence, my new diary is called "3-2-1-letsdance" See you over there :) |
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The problem with my new year's day was that I was atrociously sick for the whole of it. I mean SERIOUSLY. I threw up and managed to plaster the toilet seat, cover, box, and even the back wall. I'm so heinously glad that I refused to stay at some lovely people's house because I'd have been quite the handful! So tomorrow (Thursday) will be my new year's day. I'm sure I'll be well enough to think upon the day as a new beginning instead of a nightmare that I wish only to sleep through. Symbology is important to me. And so the dawning of 2008 is an important time in my life. It's not just another day, it's a fresh new year where past mistakes can be left behind. It's a new chance to grow. As part of that symbol, I'm discontinuing Water-To-Air. The theme of this diary was a year of pulling myself together, in a sense recreating myself and learning to stand again. The name came from a song I'd posted earlier, in a chorus which went "Fall back again. Crawl from the warm water. Water to air. You're on your feet again, your feet again." I meant something to me... probably more than the song intended, but hey. But while I was mercurial, the events, scenarios, and environments around me stayed the same. Sam dramas, same places, etc. And I've neglected my spirituality, replacing it with a love of the material and the commercial. I'd like to move away from that. So this year for me is a Year of Change, and a year whereupon I build from the foundations and strengths I've already made for myself. I've just tried to get the name I've wanted and it's taken. And so is every permutation of that name, so I'll tell everyone what the new name is soon.
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I don't know when it happened, and I don't fully understand why. It may have been because everyone is out playing on a PvP server and there's no longer anyone my level to game with. Perhaps it's because I've been playing for so long. Perhaps it's because every level is just a slight variation on the environment, mob, and grind of the levels previous. But tonight I logged into my account and did not have any urge to play. I just looked at the screen for a few minutes and turned it off to watch Ocean's 13. Something may be wrong with me...
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I got a lot of cool loot. The highlights being a new camera with superior zoom, two t-shirts in retro gaming styles, a computer game (that doesn't run on my computer until I get a new copy of Windows XP), and a cheesecake composed of 8 different slices of cake. Life is good. I'll post more later :)
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As found on a webcomic I've started reading: Players expect the game world to make sense. They want verisimilitude. They want carefully planned characters with believable motivations. They want arduous attention to detail. Unless you're talking about loot, in which case they think nothing of getting a $1,000 Longsword in exchange for rescuing a $5 pig.
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On a crazy whim I decided to read X-Men fanfic, specifically Slashfic. ... I'M NOT SURE I CAN EVER PLAY XMEN ON THE GAMECUBE EVER AGAIN!! CERTAINLY NOT WITH A COMBINATION INCLUDING WOLVERINE, MAGNETO, OR BEAST!!
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I was going to tell everyone and wrap it up in a parable, or some life lesson, or just insight into Iain-world. But nothing really fit... Errol knows that I failed university. He's fine with it, and is waiting patiently for me to decide what to do. I'm going to need a while to exactly what that is, and probably try and get that Warehouse job that's a good possibility. I may go back to Uni, I may go to WinTec. I may even go to Melbourne for a while and come back when Errol goes on his Europe trip. Whatever I decide, I know you guys will accept it. You may not be happy about it and I'm sure I'll hear about it, but yeah. :) I do appologise for making so much out of this only to tell you two days later that nothing has changed, except that I'm no longer stressing out. When I told Errol, all stress left. Until I find something else, the sun is shining. But for now all is good.
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I've already filled my angry rant quota.
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I has bad day in head
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Because I have nothing of dramatic substance to post about, I shall instead bring a meme from a friend's journal! Stolen from crsg. Describe me in one word.... just one single word. Leave it in my comments section. Then post this original message on your journal and see how many strange and interesting things people say about you.
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Tonight is my D&D game. The heroes are descending into the depths of a dungeon that hasn't been seen by eyes for at least 500 years. It's the Craft Shrine of the Cormanthyran Elves, and they're deeply afraid that they'll run into constructs of varying types. ...and none of them have adamantium weapons. Silly, silly heroes. Since when have I done the expected?
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In the space of a week I've managed to insult someone's cooking, leave a mess in someone's kitchen, call someone ugly without meaning to, insult another person into thinking I hate him, and spoil the upcoming plot to the most important show in the history of the world. ALL of these just needed the simplest of forethought to make go away. (How hard is it to write **SPOILERS**?!) So I aint posting on here, or doing anything untoward at anyone's house (I'll sit, and interact only) until I gain this forethought. I'm due to level up any day now... I'll take it as my feat.
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![]() Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
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I can power slide on Mario Kart with greater ease. In fact, my best time on Baby Park is now 1m:13s:007ms. I've unlocked the Staff Ghost! Now if I can learn to "double dash", then I'll be as good as I'll want to be. Best lap time: :0:10s:370ms
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HOLY JESUS GODS!!!! I wanna watch the next one! (Thinks about the consequences) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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1. Ratio of an igloo's circumference to its diameter = Eskimo Pi 2. 2000 pounds of Chinese soup = Won ton 3. 1 millionth of a mouthwash = 1 microscope 4. Time between slipping on a peel and smacking the pavement = 1 bananosecond 5. Weight an evangelist carries with God = 1 billigram 6. Time it takes to sail 220 yards at 1 nautical mile per hour = Knotfurlong 7. 16.5 feet in the Twilight Zone = 1 Rod Sterling 8. Half of a large intestine = 1 semicolon 9. 1,000,000 aches = 1 megahurtz 10. Basic unit of laryngitis = 1 hoarsepower 11. Shortest distance between two jokes = A straight line 12. 453.6 graham crackers = 1 pound cake 13. 1 million-million microphones = 1 megaphone 14. 2 million bicycles = 2 megacycles 15. 365.25 days = 1 unicycle 16. 2000 mockingbirds = 2 kilomockingbirds 17. 52 cards = 1 decacards 18. 1 kilogram of falling figs = 1 FigNewton 19. 1000 milliliters of wet socks = 1 literhosen 20. 1 millionth of a fish = 1 microfiche 21. 1 trillion pins = 1 terrapin 22. 10 rations = 1 decoration 23. 100 rations = 1 C-ration 24. 2 monograms = 1 diagram 25. 8 nickels = 2 paradigms 26. 2.4 statute miles of intravenous surgical tubing at Yale University Hospital =IVLeague
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Spoken I’m the sum total of my ancestors I carry their DNA We are representatives of a long line of people And we carried them around either with This long line of people That goes back to the beginning of time And when we meet - they meet other lines of people And we say bring together the lines of me Song When I look back over the years At the things that brought tears to my eyes Papa said we have to be wise To live long lives Now i recognize What my father said before he dies Vocalize things I've left unsaid Left my spirit unfed for too long I’m coming home to my family Where I can be strong Be who I planned to be Within me my ancestory Givin’me continuity Would it be remiss to continue in this way Would you rather I quit Come with the other @!#$ Making people's hips sway Lip service I pay but i´m nervous I pray for all the mothers who get no sleep Like a lifeline I light lines cause my compassion is deep For the people who fashioned me my soul to keep And this is who I happen to be And if I don’t see that I’m strong than I won’t be This is what my Daddy told me I wished he would hold me A little more Than he did But he taught me my culture And how to live positive I never wanna shame The blood in my veins and bring pain to my sweet grandfathers face In his resting place I made haste to learn and not waste everything my forefathers earned in tears For my culture Chorus: Fall back again Crawl from the warm water Water to air You’re on your feet again Your feet again. Hello Dad, Remember me? I’m the man you thought I’d never be. I’m the boy who you Reduced to tears Dad I’d been lonely for 27 years Yeah, that´s right My name´s Bob I’m the one Who landed the popstar’s job I’m the one who You told look, don´t touch I’m the kid Who wouldn´t amount to much. I believe in the senses sight and sound I have always been too loud Wont you help me drown it out? I’m what I feel What I´m feeling is surreal I’m a mass of spinnin’ wheels Always digging in my heels Now I got the faith to Fall back again Crawl from the warm water Water to air You’re on your feet again Your feet again. Lace up your boots we're going back to the roots Speaking to my ghetto youths freak freaking for loot And nice things, better check what your future brings It's now and your forefathers for the knowhow Go now into the world without hatred Use your head If the needle is wise be the thread And weave ancestral wisdom, yours by birth Spreading the Lords word over this broad earth This is what my Daddy told me I wished he would hold me A little more than he did But he told me my culture And how to live positive I never wanna shame The blood in my veins and bring pain To my sweet grandfathers face in his resting place I make haste to learn and not waste everything my forefathers earned in tears For my culture Fall back again Crawl from the warm water Water to air You’re on your feet again Your feet again For my culture Fall back again Crawl from the warm water Water to air your on your feet again your feet again for my culture
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href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?a Xandir You are ...not so straight...but you are everybodie favorite 99% of the time
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