Lady Macaiodh

[color=darkblue][size=1]I was really into them a long time ago. Can't remember a damn thing about them anymore, really. Too many drugs since then. *_* I'll have to download some stuff, since my CDs got destroyed and you've got me all nostalgic.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]I've always been scared of a demon or some other weird creature coming into my room in the middle of the night. After I saw the Mothman Prophecies, I thought I'd never sleep again. And the alien from Signs, the one who walked through the children's party, really freaked me out. Dang it, why did you make me start thinking about it?[/color][/size]

[COLOR=darkblue][size=1]Wrote this today. It's not very good. I just wanted to get it out.[/size] [center]The Wedding of the Squirrels[/center] The first thing I heard that day, before I had even gotten out of bed, was the voice of my fiancé saying, ?Get up, baby. The Justice of the Peace is coming tomorrow and we need to go get our marriage license.? I thought he was joking. We hadn?t set a date for the wedding, had made no preparations at all, and hadn?t even told very many people we were engaged, so how were we getting married the next day? ?I found a guy who can come tomorrow night,? Mike explained. ?We?ll do it outside.? ?In the middle of the trailer park?? I asked. I was secretly furious, but I knew better than to show it or question Mike. In a way, I didn?t mind that much, because I wanted us to get it over with and be married to each other. He would start to trust me, I was sure of it. He would stop accusing me of not loving him. He could never again say that I wasn?t really committed to him, that I was just using him until a better guy came along. Getting married would fix everything. The day of the wedding was crazy. I made a dozen phone calls while completely hung over, and nothing seemed to be working out. Having a huge fight with my father, especially with my brain pounding out of my skull, was not fun. He was refusing to come, and wouldn?t even let me talk to my mom. My close friend, Jessica, had just gone into labor with wonderful timing, so she was out for a bridesmaid. My brother, James, couldn?t get off of work, and my other brother, Jon, didn?t have a phone, so there was no way to even get in touch with him. All my other relatives lived too far away. Finally, I spoke to my best friend, Sarah, and she agreed to be my Matron of Honor and sole guest. It was discouraging to say the least, but all I had to do was look into Mike?s blue eyes, not remembering how bloodshot they could get when he was furious, and everything was okay. As the hour drew closer, I started getting really excited. Sarah arrived with great luster, bringing a creamy white cake, a bouquet of soft roses, and decorations for the tree in front of our porch. We tried to pull the fake, life-sized skull out of what was now the wedding tree, but a branch had grown through one of the empty eye sockets, so it was stuck. To improvise, Sarah wrapped a burgundy satin ribbon under its chin and tied a bow on top of its cracked, weathered head. We both burst out laughing. Mike slid grandly out of the front door and posed. His wedding outfit made me laugh even harder. He was totally gothed out in all black, complete with leather gloves, a long trench coat, cowboy boots, and Clint Eastwood shades. He grinned at me, making my heart flutter, and swept me into his arms, kissing me deeply. Everything was perfect, even though it wasn?t. Mike?s mother and grandparents arrived, so all we needed was the Justice of the Peace. He was thirty minutes late. Finally, at around 9 p.m., he called from his cell phone, completely lost somewhere in the trailer park. I went out to wait for him at the entrance, hiking up the skirt of my red silk Mandarin dress so it wouldn?t get dirty. I stood beside Brook Road, with the lights of Gold City Gentlemen?s Club flashing in my face. The Justice of the Peace pulled up next to me, and, as I led him through the backyard, I warned him to watch out for my roommate?s dog?s poop. We gathered under the tree, the skull grinning down at us evilly, and the ceremony began. Sarah snapped pictures like crazy. The Justice of the Peace ordered us to say vows, for which we were completely unprepared. I promised Mike I would show him, every day, how much I loved him without ever having to say it. Mike devoured the attention by giving a long speech about how I was his heart and soul. Suddenly, our roommate, David, pulled up, with his dog, Fancy, in the back of his car. She was freaking out, because David was one of those brilliant types who trained his dog to attack black people, and the Justice of the Peace was black. ?I?ll just stay in the car,? David called out, giving me the dirtiest look imaginable. I had never smiled that much before and really meant it. My cheeks were starting to hurt, but I couldn?t stop, even when Mike and I had to pretend to put the rings on each other since we didn?t have any. Our first kiss as husband and wife was salty and passionate. We didn?t want to stop kissing, and didn?t care who was watching. Everything was right. Everything was going to be wonderful from then on. After we moved inside, David hissed in my ear, ?I can?t believe you went through with it.? I kindly told him to go to hell, and went back to posing and laughing and dancing. Mike and I smashed cake in each other?s faces. Sarah cracked open the wine. It seemed so loud, like there were a thousand people in the room. Mike and I were caught in a whirlwind. But some whirlwinds stop being fun after awhile. They get scary. There?s too much hot air blowing in violent circles. Your feet leave the ground, and you start to feel like you?re going to die. Looking back, I realize that it was one of the only happy days Mike and I had. Earlier today, I was sitting on my front porch, watching a group of squirrels engage in a mad mating dance. I stopped my dog from attacking them because I wanted to watch them awhile longer. They reminded me of my ex-husband and me. When you?re caught up in love?s dance, you don?t think about the future. You don?t know that reality is right around the corner. You?re just a couple of squirrels chasing each other, unaware that a black dog with big teeth is watching you with hungry eyes. Mike and I were going to be together forever. Sometimes, I really have to laugh at myself. Other times, I wish I?d never gotten out of bed that morning. [/COLOR]

[color=darkblue][size=1] If you two have been going out since you were 11, it's likely that you're both starting to really change/grow and are not the same people anymore. Just think of all the hot guys you'll be able to have fun with once you're broken up. That ought to help, at least a little. [/size][/color]

[color=darkblue][size=1]I was the exact opposite. I was so obsessed with my body and looking good that I was one of those super-athletes with an eating disorder. I'm still kinda that way... which has really messed with my mind, now that the baby is making me get bigger. I hope I look okay afterwards. *_* [/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]That's a theory, yes. But science is only in early stages of being able to explain SHC. There's really no definite answer yet, not by a long shot.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Heaven's Cloud [/i] [color=indigo]I'd donate my enormous...........................................[/color][/QUOTE] [COLOR=darkblue][size=1]You've piqued my curiosity.[/size][/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Queen Asuka [/i] [color=hotpink][size=1]And that was the most indirect and harsh insult that could have ever been made to the people who live in the South. Saying something like that is just stereotyping AGAIN by making it seem that all Southern people live on big plantations and want to keep people as slaves. This is the year 2003, not 1803. *sighs deeply* You make me very sad. Of course I am angry and I have a good right to be. Alot of you people have no clue about America and your harsh stereotypes hurt my feelings.[/color][/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR=darkblue][size=1]It's okay, Asuki. You get used to it after awhile. Unfortunately. >_< This is why I avoid going up north. My accent gets so much thicker up there. I think I do it subconciously just to get a reaction. Heh. My mom has this weird complex... people used to make fun of her as a kid for her accent and for being a southerner, so she trained herself to not have an accent. So when I was growing up, she gave me the complex, too. I don't have much of an accent anymore... but I have my moments. Hee! Like I said, it usually comes out when people are being ignorant about the South. I listen to the rants for awhile, then completely change the subject, launching into a long schpiel in the thickest accent I can muster. They usually get totally embarassed and leave. It's hilarious.[/size][/COLOR]

[color=darkblue][size=1]I don't think I'm allowed to write that much. The biggest thing... I wish I'd gone straight to college after high school, because I would have avoided a lot of the situations I got myself into. I've been out of high school for six years, and I'm only just now getting any college credits. I could have accomplished so much by now if I'd only set my mind to it.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]A brief addition to what James said: I know exactly what you're going through, because I went through the same thing. I tore myself all to pieces trying to find the right religion for me. I must have read every sacred book imaginable (that I could find, anyway), but in the end, I was more confused than ever. I was no closer to making any sort of decision that I was in the beginning. Once I stopped stressing about it, it became obvious to me that I didn't even know myself enough yet to decide anything. I had to grow as a person first. You're still pretty young. If you don't already have a core belief system, or if you haven't experienced something that could help you decide, I'd say just give it time. When the time is right, you'll know what to do. Everything else is just pointless speculation. Hope that helps.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]Okay guys, I just had my worst zone out experience ever. I have to take a certain IST class for the nursing program, and the first class was today. Believe me, if I could get out of this, I would, because it is sure to be the most boring class in the history of all classes. The class: Intro to Microcomputers. I'll let you all sit back and contemplate the horror of that for a minute. The instructor took the first 15 minutes explaining that a computer has a mouse, a keyboard, a monitor, etc. She spent 45 minutes explaining the art of saving documents, which apparently many people have a lot of trouble with, by using the metaphor of a recipe box with different dividers for different foods. There were worse parts, but I don't want to think about it. The only thing that kept me awake was wanting to *****-slap the bimbo in the front row who asked so many moronic questions (that had nothing to do with anything) that I thought I going retarded. I had to electrocute myself later to stimulate the parts of my brain that had died during those hours. And I have another class on Thursday.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]Hmmm... maybe. Spontaneous combustion was an interesting example. So are cases of telekinesis, extra sensory perception, etc. Something non-physical [i]seems[/i] to cause those things. Maybe we all have the potential, but don't even begin to know how to utilize or control it. I was doing this meditation for awhile, from ages 18 to 21 or so, where you visualize the merkaba. During the beginning of it, you use a certain method to visualize negative energy leaving your body -- kind of like a flushing. Then, for the second part, you visualize the prana (which is basically ki) that supposedly runs through the brain and spinal column at all times, only building up insted of just passing through. There's a lot more to it, and I won't go into detail, but I do know that I [i]always[/i] felt the negative emotions or heaviness leaving me during the first part, and felt remarkably revitalized by the end of the second. The interesting but logical thing is, you're supposed to do it pretty often, like once a day, because the built up energy (prana/ki) [i]supposedly[/i] gets used up, and everyday stress attracts negativity, bringing on the need to flush it out. This is vaguely similar, I think, to the concept of anime characters "powering up." I'm not saying you can build up ki and release it to cause damage or anything. This is just part of my personal experience and reactions, which I could interpret in all kinds of ways. This is merely one way I could choose to interpret it, and neither scientific nor evidentiary at all.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]Yeah, I'd agree that a really deep poem would be a little too much, unless there's already a known attraction/romance between the two of you. I'd say go with the flower and a [i]short,[/i] more light-hearted poem. ...Unless the girl is like me, and desires constant ego strokes, whereas a long, soul-wrenching epic will always do. Heh. What? You think I'm kidding?[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]I'm not going to tell you who does this song, because it's too embarassing and I don't like this band at all. But this song describes me perfectly, as of age 17 or so. It's just so obvious. I can't think of a better one, but if I do, I'll post it. Sin Wagon He pushed me around Now I'm drawing the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wasting my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress, now I'm gonna throw it on About to get too far gone Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Need a little bit more of my twelve-ounce nutrition One more helping of what I've been having I'm taking my turn on the sin wagon On a mission to make something happen Feel like Delilah looking for Samson Doing a little mattress dancing That's right I said mattress dancing Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Need a little bit more of what I've been missing I don't know where I'll be crashing But I'm arriving on a sin wagon When it's my turn to march up to glory I'm gonna have one hell of a story That's if He forgives me Oh Lord, please forgive me Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation They may take me with my feet dragging But I'll fly away on a sin wagon I'll fly away on a sin wagon. [/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]Ah, the memories. Well, I was in this band a long time ago and it was one of the first shows, so we still kinda sucked, especially our vocalist. This idiot kept turning down the sound on the vocals and was really pissing everybody off. [i]Somehow[/i] (and I'm still not quite sure how), all the lights got turned off. I heard our drummer get up and walk past me. Now, he's a really big guy. He's around 6'9" and weighs something like 500 pounds. There was this really loud noise, and then the drummer came back and sat down. When the lights came on, the obnoxious guy was lying on the ground, unconcious and bleeding from the head. Apparently, our drummer had jumped off the stage, ripped out one of the chairs -- which were [i]bolted to the concrete floor --[/i] and bashed him over the head with it. Everybody was in complete awe, and we got a lot of fans because of that. Well, that's the first incident of many for the bands I've been in. There are too many to tell here.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]Well, there's nothing about me that couldn't be surpassed by other members, so I guess I'll just donate my hair, since it's so long and purdy. Maybe my memories would be useful, too. I have a lot of life experience, if nothing else.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]Forget that & go out with me instead. You're too sexy to waste on a [i]guy.[/i][/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]I don't twitch, exactly... I get this thing where it feel like my leg muscles are crawling under my skin, and so I start writhing around, trying to get comfortable. It apparently has something to do with a nerve thing in my brain. It hasn't happened in a while, though. But it truly sucks when it does.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]I would use my authority completely for personal gain. I mean, we're only talking one day here -- it's unlikely you could accomplish anything real in that short period of time. I'd try to figure out a way to swindle all kinds of money out of the government for my personal use, smoke a huge blunt in the Oval Office just to say I did it, plant bugs all over the place so I would know what the actual President is saying at all times from then on and become a famous reporter, and all that other stuff Heaven's Cloud said. I'd also invite Heaven's Cloud, because those were his ideas and I'd hate for him to miss out.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue][size=1]I've got this free ticket to Ozzfest... I'm not sure what to do with it. It was given to me by a guy who is going to be locked up all summer, and obviously can't use it. I might just sell it. Most of the bands coming out these days are such crap. I love Ozzy, but I just don't feel like driving all that way. I'd probably spend most of the time hot, thirsty, and wanting to leave. There's going to be a Celtic Festival in August. Now [i]that[/i] I'm definitely down with.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Chris [/i] [size=1][color=green]o.O . . . we are talking about mitch . . . right?[/color][/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR=darkblue][size=1]lol, shut up. I am so very insightful about these things. Seriously, though, musicians and writers have a special effect on me.[/size][/COLOR]

[color=darkblue][size=1]There's no way I'm reading this whole thread, but here are my two cents: Anyone who thinks the mods are too strict has to be a social buffoon or something. They don't expect anything more than for us to act like we're members of civilized society. It's not hard. And a member is not going to get automatically banned for, say, cussing. I'll be the first to admit that I break the rules from time to time -- cussing (where the stars pop up), and maybe talking too sexy... but I've never been warned or anything. The mods do give you some leeway on that stuff, as long as you're not a habitual offender. I have noticed instances where certain mods [i]have[/i] come down too hard on someone because they didn't like them to begin with. I don't like that at all, but there's no use confronting them about it, because they've usually convinced themselves that there was ample reason for the person to be criticized or whatever. That doesn't happen too often, though. But as for overall strictness, I've seen no evidence of this whatsoever. The mods have a big job to do, and I respect that. There's no way on earth I'd ever want to be one. I don't know how they do it sometimes, especially Charles and James. People should be thanking them for making the boards as good as they are. One reason come here exclusively is that when I visit other boards, they are simply not of the quality of OB. I think OB has spoiled me for message boards, lol, and I love it. Good job, mods. :)[/size][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch [/i] [size=1] [b]Lady Mac--[/b] Not much to be said here. Yet. You said you wanted to get to know me...and I'm still waiting on AIM. Or you don't do that thing, eh? [/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR=darkblue][size=1]Yeah, I'm not on a whole lot, much to the dismay of the teeming millions who want to talk to me. Heh. Whenever I get on, a million people IM me at once. Anyway, if you see me, grab me right away. Maybe another thing is that I'm not quite sure what to say. You have the same effect on me as James, in the sense that your intellect is so far up there that it's intimidating. *_* [/end off-topic blurb][/size] [/COLOR]

[color=darkblue][size=1]OB and the friends I've made here are my favorite things. Otherwise, I would have chucked this computer out the window by now because of my slow-*** connection (Powhatan doesn't have cable, only dial up, the bastards). I usually take out my frustrations on the mouse by slamming it against the table... poor little mouse.[/color][/size]

[color=darkblue]I've always thought that burning alive would be the worst. But you've given me some ideas... The way Lacy Peterson died had to have been terrifying. Abducted and murdered while pregnant... not only would she have been scared for herself, but knowing that her son would also die at the hands of a psycho if he killed her would have been the worst, in my opinion. If you were abducted before you were tortured and killed, that would be bad because you're anticipating it, and that would make you even more scared.[/color]