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[quote name='CaNz' date='12 August 2010 - 06:01 PM' timestamp='1281650484' post='699316'] afternoon is just another word for [b]BABY TIME!!![/b] [/quote] *swats you upside the head* I tried to make chicken noodle soup, but I burned it a little... Then I tried to eat some and burned my tongue as well...

[quote name='CaNz' date='12 August 2010 - 01:43 PM' timestamp='1281635034' post='699307'] oh... you have what i had... because i was gonna call that morning sickness [/quote] It's the middle of the afternoon, you! [quote name='mangamaniack21' date='12 August 2010 - 01:45 PM' timestamp='1281635101' post='699308'] aww, *gives ginger ale cake to chibi* [/quote] Thanks!

It's Middle Child's Day! A holiday just for me~! I'm so happy!

[quote name='CaNz' date='12 August 2010 - 01:18 PM' timestamp='1281633539' post='699301'] i am going to make pot roast... i have no idea why i want it... but i am guessing its because i am pregnant. [/quote] Congratulations! *starts clapping* So I'm going to be an Aunt? I not only have a bruised tailbone and a sprained neck, but I think I have what CaNz had earlier. I guess it's ginger ale and chicken noodle soup for me...

[quote name='Gavin' date='10 August 2010 - 08:42 AM' timestamp='1281444134' post='699188'] [font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Remember you signed a non-disclosure form my dear assistant. I'd hate to have to reduce to you a pile of ashes for indiscretion on your part. [/size][/font] [/quote] I did? [quote name='NeedMoarRope' date='11 August 2010 - 10:13 PM' timestamp='1281579196' post='699271'] [font="Comic Sans MS"]This is a disturbingly accurate description. As for actual critique, I don't really have much to say. Maybe cut back on the heavy descriptions a little, though. Never use ten words when three will do. And as usual, keep it up. The best way to improve is to practice.[/font] [/quote] I was just guessing, but I'm glad. I was very concerned about that while I was writing, so thank you very much for confirming! I'll try to work on that, but it will take some practice for me. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ I put a hand to my injured cheekbone and gently rubbed it as I looked for the Wal*Mart. I scurried around the street, bumping into a trashcan, an old man, and a robot on the way to the big blue building. As I walked up to the automatic sliding doors, I wondered about the interview. Who would be asking me the questions? Would I have to wear that awful blue vest? Would I even get the job? I was torn away from my thoughts by the sight of a door greeter. The greeter was a strange looking man with green-ish skin that seemed to be peeling off. He looked skeletal, like he hadnâ??t eaten in decades. I was confused because the poor soul wasnâ??t even smiling. â??Hiâ?¦ Uhm, how are you today?â? I asked, wanting to get the creeper to talk. He didnâ??t speak to me, though. All he did was open his mouth and groan. I ran into the store and didnâ??t look back. Soon, I located a bright white door with a piece of lined paper taped to it. The paper had, â??Interview Roomâ?, written on it. I knocked on the door and an eerily cheery voice replied. â??Come in, please!â? My eyebrows lowered at the sound, reminiscent of the beeping alarm clock. I grasped the doorknob and turned it. I tried to pull the door open at first, and then felt like an idiot when it didnâ??t budge. I pushed on the door lightly and it barely creaked. Frustrated now, I put my entire weight on the door as I pushed. The door opened quickly and I tripped forward, landing on the cold floor. This was not my ideal start for an interview. Readjusting my glasses, I pulled myself up from the ground and into a chair. My face was red from embarrassment, but I was not going to let that embarrassment show otherwise. â??Good morning, maâ??am,â? I said calmly to the woman at the small desk in front of me. She had a big grin with abnormally bright white teeth, and her lipstick was a squint-worthy bright pink. Hair so blonde it was almost white was tied back in a curly ponytail, and she was in desperate need of bangs. I could barely see her dark brown eyes because they were so small. Well, they werenâ??t naturally small; they were just very squinty, the bottom eyelids pushed up by the huge smile. On her earlobes were large, round pink baubles that look like bubblegum balls. As my study of her continued, I noticed that she wore a lot of pink: Pink blouse, pink pants, pink ankle socks and pink heels. I had no idea someone could be this pink! â??Ahem, Ms. Aster?â? the pink woman asked, breaking the hold her outfit had on my eyes. â??Your application has been reviewed, and the conclusion has been drawn that you are very qualified to work here. I am required to ask, thoughâ?¦ Your name is an alias, correct?â? â??Uhm, yes. Youâ??re correct. Chibi M. Aster is indeed an alias. Is that a problem?â? â??Oh, no, no, no, no, no~! We just need you to write your legal name down on this dotted line here, in case we need toâ?¦find you under stressed circumstances.â? â??What does that even mean?â? I demanded. The pink womanâ??s smile fell slightly. â??You know what? It doesnâ??t matter. Iâ??ll sign, I guess.â? What could I say? I needed the money. â??Uhm, missâ?¦â? â??Sharona. Sharona Pink,â? the woman corrected. I had to hold back laughter. â??Yes, Ms. Pinkâ?¦ It sounds a whole lot like youâ??re giving me the job. However, I was under the impression that this was an interview. Was I mistaken?â? I wondered as politely as I could. â??Oh, donâ??t worry. This is an interview, but the hands-on part will continue this way. If youâ??ll just follow meâ?¦â? â??Wait. Hands-on? What do you mean?â? â??Ms. Aster, if you want this job, I think youâ??d do well to learn not to question everything youâ??re told to do.â? â??Errrâ?¦ Okay, then. Letâ??s go, uh, do this hands-on thing.â? Ms. Pink guided me through the Wal*Mart at a breakneck pace. While the small woman seemed to be walking, I had to jog to keep up. â??Right this way, Ms. Aster!â? â??Call me Chibi, if you donâ??t mind,â? I managed to cough as I struggled to meet Ms. Pinkâ??s speed. â??Here we are, Chibi! Now then, please sign these forms,â? Ms. Pink piped up, holding out some papers. I looked at what was behind her. It was a windowless steel door with a padlock. The door had a plaque on it that read, â??Back Room: Employees Only!â? I looked at the papers and saw that they were release forms. I was about to question the papers, but decided not to. Shrugging, I put my signature and initials on the lines. How bad could it get? â??Very good! Now, please go into the back room. Itâ??s already unlocked.â? â??Arenâ??t you coming in, too?â? â??Oh, heavens, no! Iâ??ll keep in contact with you via this walkie-talkie!â? Ms. Pink shoved the walkie-talkie into my hands and sent me into the back room.

[quote name='Lilt' date='11 August 2010 - 05:22 PM' timestamp='1281561774' post='699260'] [b]That must come in handy if you ever do lose it. What kind of phone is it? Also, I just got back from a shopping spree after taking a good's friends advice. I got so much cute stuff. [/b] [/quote] It's an enV2. That's great!

I'm reading [u]Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies[/u] and as most everyone from chat knows, I loathe it. It is unbearably boring and every two sentences in the prologue I'm supposed to read, the author points out that he is not racist and he hates racism and blah blah blah. He seems like he's trying too hard just to make an emphasis on that. The chapters are probably the most boring I've ever read in a book. Halfway through the second chapter, I wondered why I was reading this awful book. The answer, of course, is that it's a summer assignment for my AP World History class. I have to answer before and after questions about the book and right summaries of the ten chapters I'm supposed to read. There isn't even any wit or interesting facts. When I read this book, it feels like a man with a monotone voice is reading it aloud to me and sighing every few sentences.

[quote name='CaNz' date='11 August 2010 - 03:50 AM' timestamp='1281513019' post='699236'] i hate loosing things. i lost my phone for about 10 hours today... and of course i was expecting a call from family during that time and now it is too late at night to call them... i should be able to use the gps thing to track my phones location! now that would be a useful application of it. [/quote] I have never lost my phone before, but I know it has a GPS tracker on it so my parents can see where I am every hour of the day. The phone also sends them alert messages if I go near any familiar places like the local book store, or the karate dojo. it also sends them a message if I leave home. [quote name='Gavin' date='11 August 2010 - 08:57 AM' timestamp='1281531479' post='699242'] [font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Even with overtime from 6 am, today is going mercifully quickly. [/size][/font] [/quote] Overtime? *runs and hides*

[quote name='PiroMunkie' date='11 August 2010 - 10:09 AM' timestamp='1281535754' post='699243'] [color="#A0522D"][font="Arial"]If by 'near the end of high school' you are saying that you're seniors, then I think you have more to worry about than just whether or not she likes you.[/font][/color] [/quote] Exactly. Chances are you won't be going to the same college, so this may be the last you see of her for a while. Even if you end up dating her, how long will that last? Until the end of high school? I think it's just not very important compared to other things.

I started re-watching [b]Cowboy Bebop[/b] once again! I just can't get enough of Edward and Ein~!

No more relatives, so today I got to sleep in~! I feel wonderful... It feels like school let out only a couple weeks ago... I'm not sure if I want to go back or not right now. I know it means more work, especially from math, but... No matter how much I hated some things about high school last year, I loved every minute of it. I hope this year's as good~!

I want that salmon colored thing at the top left corner of those three pics... It is possibly one of the most adorable things I've ever seen in the world of Pokemon. X3 Agnst fish is Christmas colored wut.

The room was beeping. An irritating sound, really. I didnâ??t like that sound, but I knew I had to listen to it. For a moment, and only a moment, I considered actually ignoring the shrill noise of the beeps. Then my brain started up and I slapped myself for the mere thought. I rolled over in my bed and turned off the alarm clock. It was a Monday, the beginning of the work week. It didnâ??t matter, seeing as I didnâ??t have a job before 9 at night anyway. I was actually hoping to change that horrid little fact this fine morning. I had been in Otaku City for only a couple years and could never hold down a job. I tried to work in the Anthology Department, but I was never one for silence and deskwork. The local Art Studio seemed promising, but it was so frustrating to be drowned out by so many people that were far more talented than me. Hardwired Co. was pretty cool, but I was crap at games and couldnâ??t turn on a lamp, much less sell game systems. Iâ??m pretty friendly, so I tried the Convention Center, but there was so much preparation for upcoming cons and I just couldnâ??t keep up. White Noise Media Center was a complete flop. My ears would ring constantly from the loud music that was eternally blaring from the speakers. After that, I took a job at Anime Central Station. The first time I tried to restock one of those colossal, winding shelves that brushed the ceiling, I almost fell to my death. The only reason I survived was because I had landed on an enormous stuffed Ein, successfully knocking over the entire Cowboy Bebop: Complete Collection display. The Soapbox, as itâ??s called, was a bit boring for me. I had no clue how to solve peoplesâ?? problems, so I didnâ??t know why I even tried to work there. The Theater Districtâ?¦ I visit often, as I am a patron of the arts, but there was so much chaos whenever a new play was in the works that I just had to get away. Manga Alley was the last place I wanted to turn to, but it was one of the highest paying. I had worked with a group that did scanslations by being their delivery person. One day, the big manga companies cracked down hard. The group delved deeper into the alley and I quit, not wanting to add to my arrest records. No, the pranking spree I went on in my earlier days in Otaku City was quite enough for me. Whatâ??s a girl to do? Well, I had since been doing birthday grams to help make ends meet and even got a second job. With this, I was able to stay in my cramped apartment in The Lounge. I was hardly ever in the room though, staying up late into the night at The Padded Room Party, a club a few floors down, bussing tables and bartending. My family often came to visit. CaNz and Botar mostly came to party and wreak havoc. Korey, Stephanie and Lilt would stay for a while, but knew their limits. They usually ended up helping me drag CaNz and Botar to their rooms. But I needed another job, as my rent had gone up again. I crawled out from under the covers, grabbed my glasses, and dragged my semi-lifeless body to my closet. The interview was today and I was going to have to look professional if I wanted this job. At least, thatâ??s what I thought. It was just Wal*Mart, after all. I couldnâ??t remember the last time I saw an employee of Wal*Mart look professional. It didnâ??t matter, though. I needed to get this job, and if looking presentable would give me an edge, then dammit, I would look presentable! I picked out a black pair of slacks, the only sneakers I owned, and the only blouse in my closet that wasnâ??t wrinkled, though it was an unfortunate lime green. I usually love the color, but not for interviews that my living situation depends on. I plodded to the bathroom, shocked my hand on the doorknob due to the static electricity I had picked up from the shaggy rug, and entered. After I got cleaned up and changed, I left the bathroom and grabbed my purse on the way out of the apartment. I tied my hair back as I walked to the bus stop, not wanting it to get in my way. The bus stop was crowded as usual, and I spotted a few familiar faces. I didnâ??t speak up, not feeling like chatting at the moment. Mornings were never good to me. A couple minutes of waiting passed and the bus finally pulled up to the edge of the crowd. I shuffled along with the other residents of Otaku City until I was herded into the vehicle. I made sure to grab a seat quickly, fighting off any that would dare deny me the hard bench. Once the bus was crammed with people, it immediately shot forward. My stomach felt like it was being torn apart from the inside out. I swallowed large breaths to keep down any vomit, but the air tasted like the sweat of the many passengers, so I began breathing through my nose. I closed my eyes tightly, not even thinking about peeking out the window. I made that mistake once, and the blur of colors was so intense that I passed out. I felt the skin of my face being pulled back as the bus shot through an intersection with reckless abandon. I was roughly tossed to the right as the bus made a turn and slammed into the window, bruising my cheekbone. The road grew a bit bumpy and I held on to the seat so that I wouldnâ??t jump up and hit the roof of the bus, knocking my teeth out. At last, my skin shot back into place and my stomach was slowly starting to settle. The bus had stopped, and I needed to get up and get out while I had the chance. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Yeah... Trying to learn to write a bit better than I do currently, so I'm trying out new things and getting some practice with this. It will probably change up a little and I may edit it sometimes as I learn more about writing decently.

[quote name='Cat' date='09 August 2010 - 04:21 PM' timestamp='1281385309' post='699159'] You seems so happy to come to the desert. I can't blame you any. The desert is the best place to live, I think. [/quote] I lived in El Paso, texas until I was 12. There is no word in the English language that can describe my feelings toward the desert and all that comes with it. [quote name='Lilt' date='09 August 2010 - 05:36 PM' timestamp='1281389780' post='699163'] [b]Besides the awesome sunsets, what's great about the desert? Or did I just answer my own question? [/b] [/quote] The sand, oh, the sand! The dry heat that is reminiscent of taking a stroll in an oven! The fact that only the most adapted and hard-willed animals may survive in the harsh environment that swallows up everything in a golden sea of sand and sun! Oh, to be in the desert once more before I pass on into death! The sweet embrace of a tree-less wasteland filled with many a creature that could end your life with a single attack! These are the things that make the desert a beautiful and sadistic place to live! It is the most glorious environment that our blessed planet gifts us with! Just the thought of it all sends delightful shivers scurrying up and down my spine!

[quote name='Cat' date='09 August 2010 - 03:45 PM' timestamp='1281383130' post='699156'] You wouldn't have to since, I live in Grand Canyon state now. I still go back to Vermont sometime to see family. [/quote] WHAT?! Arizona?! That's even more of a reason to visit! *victory dance*

[quote name='CaNz' date='09 August 2010 - 01:14 PM' timestamp='1281374096' post='699145'] thank you girls. the night helped a bit, but i would rasther not add anything to my unstable stomach yet. even soup may turn my currently peaceful day into an alternate method of wall painting. i am not lonely however... the dogs are staying n my bed since everyone else is keeping their distance. [/quote] D'aaaw, the doggies are so kind! I really do hope this is just a stomach bug or something... [quote name='Cat' date='09 August 2010 - 01:29 PM' timestamp='1281374971' post='699148'] Never venture your way to Vermont then. Vermonters like to joke how our state bird is the mosquito. [/quote] But how else would I visit you? Still, I'll make a mental note of that.

[quote name='Citric' date='09 August 2010 - 11:58 AM' timestamp='1281369505' post='699142'] TMs will no longer expire after one use - you can use them as many times as you want, like HMs! [/quote] YES. YES. YESSS... I have been waiting for this one! I'm so relieved! No longer will I argue with myself of which Pokemon gets to use the TM... This pleases me...

[quote name='CaNz' date='09 August 2010 - 04:02 AM' timestamp='1281340941' post='699134'] i have been sick all day... i think i lost as much weight as Steph through my mouth. i guess it is cheaper though since i am the farthest thing from hungry. [/quote] Aaawww... You know the drill: Plenty of fluids and bedrest! And make sure not to push yourself too hard, okay! Ginger Ale and chicken noodle soup are a must! [quote name='Ravenstorture' date='09 August 2010 - 05:09 AM' timestamp='1281344961' post='699136'] I got in to med school, I got in to med school... tra la la... [/quote] Ooooohhh~! That's great! Congatulations! *clapclapclap*

[quote name='Lilt' date='08 August 2010 - 10:44 PM' timestamp='1281321864' post='699126'] [b]Weren't you staying away from that place after what happened with your DVD? Or did they take care of that for you? And congratulations to you too! Which reminds me, how was Arkansas? How often do you usually go?[/b] [/quote] I took care of it, so don't worry. Arkansas was like a mosquito convention. It was nice and I love it, but I was scratching so badly the skin was torn right off my arms and legs. I had apple-sized scabs for two weeks. I usually go once a year or two.