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[quote name='SaiyanPrincessX'][SIZE="1"]It was a week early this month though, which was unpleasant because I had a fight last saturday.[/SIZE][/QUOTE] I have my belt testing today. With my cramps and whatnot going full-blast. It seems I will literally earn this belt through blood, sweat and tears.:animesigh

[quote name='CaNz']do tell... all i did today was play poker (won a cool 65 bucks) and eat donuts, not bad... but not great.[/QUOTE] Every December, the school I used to go to holds a Christmas Concert for grades Pre-K through 8. Being freshmen, my best friend and I got to watch our siblings tortured as they were forced to sing Christmas songs! My friend and I wandered around the school and pretty much laughing non-stop. It was very nice.:catgirl: Re-watching tons of Disney movies takes a while... So many...:animedepr

I really should try to keep track of my period...:animesigh

I...just had the best night ever experienced by any person on this planet.:catgirl:

[quote name='AnbuKira13'] Suppose Chibi is right though. Recruiting fangirls in general to start up an army would be devastating indeed... The only problem would be stopping fighting within the collective over who's better and why. I somehow see a massive bloodbath of fangirls fighting tooth and nail. *grabs popcorn and lawnchair* Hurry up and start the teams I wouldn't mind said entertainment.[/QUOTE] Aw, hells yes! *sets up own lawnchair and hands you a soda*:catgirl:

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE="1"]As for invading, conquering and integrating the yaoi fangirldom into my empire, I think I would rather go and hang myself till it really hurt. (10 points for whoever gives me the reference)[/SIZE][/QUOTE] What about integrating fangirls in general. Sure there'd be some blood spilled between the Naruot and Sasuke fangirls, but that would be a good thing. I'm just saying, if you paid a fangirl in whatever it is she obsesses over, you'll have an undying army of unquestionable loyalty. Seriously, they never die. I've experimented...

[quote name='Raiha'][FONT="Times New Roman"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"] I was just studying for my human sexuality final when it occurred to me that the study I was reading about claimed Jamaican women think that period blood is a sign of health and womanliness and whatnot. I wonder what they would think about me. I'm on Junel 120, which means my periods are only about two or three days long and extremely light.[/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE] Heck, I would then be considered the epitome of womanliness then! My pediatrician keeps having to run tests on my blood because for some reason, my periods last about a week and a half (extremely heavy!)and I only have two weeks between each one instead of the normal three to four. She says that's too much blood loss, but I seem to be perfectly healthy as far as the blood tests show.

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE=1][URL="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Principality_of_Sealand"]Best (micro)nation ever.[/URL] I look forward to invading, conquering and integrating it into my empire. [/SIZE][/QUOTE] Who, fangirls? You far underestimate our numbers. We have a very large nation, the location of which is known only to the most devoted fangirls ever. The wind won't stop...:animedepr

SNOW DAY FTW!!!:catgirl: I do so adore 60 mph winds accompanied by snow!

[quote name='Citric']I haven't gotten my period in well over a year. And no, I'm not pregnant.[/QUOTE] What have you gone through that has made you evolve into such a fortunate being?! :o

Owen was staring out the window of the orphanage. He usually would have been in his shed, but the children were frightened of the police sirens and flashing lights that flooded the area. He was there comforting them with Linda. They heard updates on the situation via the radio. Then, another update came through, "...and police are now entering the apartment that the K9 units lead them to...it's pretty quiet and-! GUNFIRE! This just in! Shots have been fired in the apartment! I repeat, shots have been fired in the apartment!" Wolf jumped up. "I need to get something from my shed, Linda. It might take a few minutes, but don't you dare worry about me. I'll be back soon," he announced, speeding out the door and to his shed. [I]That's another vigilante out there! He's helped many people, and I'm not about to let the city get any more dangerous! We need all the help we can get, vigilantes do![/I] he thought as he changed into his white clothing. Picking up his crowbar, he sprinted toward the apartment. The Ghost was on the roof a few buildings away from the apartment where Weep had been. He got onto a closer building just in time to see the cops miss Weep, who slid into the sewer. After the search beam and police vehicles had passed it, The Ghost made his way to the sewer cap and crawled in. He had just stepped onto the filthy ground when he heard a sharp *SWISH* sound. The ghost raised his crowbar to block the machete that had been swung at his head. "Wait! I'm here to help!" The Ghost hissed. The machete lightened a bit, but not much. "I'm a vigilante as well! Calm the hell down!" The machete was lowered. "Thank you." "What do you want?" Weep demanded. "I'm here to help. If you're gone, the city may get worse. Now then, accept my help or not. Make the choice now." "Help how?" "I know how to throw the dogs off you." ".....How?" "This," The Ghost said, taking out some smelly rags from a bag at his side. "What are those going to do?" "They're drenched in kerosene. It makes the dog's sense of smell disappear for a while, but not forever. Here, take them and wrap them around your feet." ".....Thank you." "You're welcome. I need to go now. You be careful, got it?" The Ghost didn't get an answer, but he assumed Weep would listen. And with that, he climed out of the sewer and ran back to the orphanage. there wasn't much else he could do now.

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE=1]That and of course Satan crafted fangirls' imaginations out of the deepest, darkest depths of Hell. [/SIZE][/QUOTE] But of course.:catgirl: I want the day off from school tomorrow, but my high school is notorious for never cancelling unless it is entirely impossible to get to the school. That means a lot of students may have to walk to school tomorrow, as driving conditions will be crap.

[quote name='Sangome'][FONT="Microsoft Sans Serif"][SIZE="1"]I'm never going to understand why my gender goes absolutely weak at the knees for yaoi. And I'll probably never care to understand to begin with.[/SIZE][/FONT][/QUOTE] To each their own, I suppose. I know plenty of girls who despise yaoi. And if you don't like yaoi, I wouldn't think you'd want to understand, yes? Crappy weather coming my way. The wind will knock my house over... And Gavin, I have many worse Star Wars themed stories, pics, and whatnot piled up in case of your revolt against it.:catgirl:

What child decides to google Frosty the Snowman anyway?:confused:

Last week, I died. Stupid as I am, I decided to go through a busy school parking lot without checking if any stupid assholes armed with an SUV were barreling through said parking lot at 70 mph to hit me head on. It was strange, dying was. Everything was in slow motion. I could see the tank of a car's bright red paint job getting closer to me with each moment. I couldn't move. When the car hit, I felt nothing. As I tumbled over the hood of the car and into the windsheild, glass flying all around me, I thought about my life. I hadn't done anything exceptionally amazing yet. I was planning on going into the medical field. I wanted to help kids get better. I wanted to DO something. And here I was, lying on some idiot's car, bleeding a river down the front of it. I could faintly hear screaming and the desperate shouts of my best friend, Joey. He was staring me in the eyes, begging for me to be alright. But I wasn't. I was dead. In the ambulance, the paramedics were trying to bring me back, but they failed. They tried so many times, and all I could do was feel sorry for their wasted efforts. I would have cried if I could, but I was dead. When we arrived at the hospital, they sent me down to the morgue. The light above me was bright, though it didn't bother my eyes. I couldn't feel my eyes, actually. I was heartbroken when I saw who was to do the autopsy. My favorite relative, Uncle Hughe. He was my inspiration for going into the medical field. But here he was, washing his hands a few feet away from me. He was whistling a sad song until he turned around. The whistling stopped. I saw his knees shake and he dropped to his knees. I heard his loud sobs of anguish and disbelief. It hurt. A lot. My parents were brought in not too soon after. There was a lot of crying. My older sister Sharon had sped all the way back from her college 45 minutes away. She made it in 27, so I heard. Joey was there as well. He had a large cast on and he looked exhausted. I wondered what had happened. A lot of things happened afterward to prepare for my funeral. That was the saddest part of all of this. At the funeral, I watched from above, since I had finally been able to leave my body. My friends and relatives were all sitting in the front of the church. Students and people I didn't even know sat in the back rows. I had heard some people talking about how my parents had decided not to press charges. I was happy, actually. I wouldn't want my influence on the living to be that one of them would have his life ruined. Everyone there came up to my casket and stared at my dead body. I was wearing an ugly turtleneck sweater that my grandma had made for me years ago. I hated turtlenecks. But my neck was broken so badly that I needed to wear one to hide the scars from surgery used to straighten it. When Joey finally dragged himself up to the casket, he put a note into my stiff, dead hands. The note had a red rose drawn on the top of it. Joey had always aspired to be an artist, though he was a crappy one. This was the best work I had ever seen him or anyone do in my life. The rose almost looked as if it could prick me and draw blood that I didn't have, if I held it too hard. Joey was crying, "I'm so sorry...," he whispered. It was the first time I had seen Joey without a smile. And I had known him for 11 years. I didn't like him without a smile. I didn't know what he was sorry for until I heard my parents speak. "...and we thank our son Everett's best friend, Joey. Joey, whom Everett had known since he was 6 years old, injured himself in an attempt to save Everett," my father said, my mother too distraught to speak. Then it hit me. Joey had a cast on because he had tried to pull me back into a line of safety. He wasn't quite fast enough, and had his arm broken in 5 places by the car. Suddenly I felt very empty. My best friend would go one feeling guilty the rest of his life, I knew he would. I floated down from the rafters of the church and toward Joey. When I was close enough to him that I felt I would surely be able to communicate with him, I spoke. Though it felt like I was shouting, my voice came out as a whisper in his ear. "Thank you, Joey. It's alright. I'm alright. Thank you. I'm sorry," I whispered. Though it came out as a whisper, it seemed as if everyone in the church could hear me. Everyone's heads turned, looking in no particular direction. Joey broke into tears, a smile across his face. Feeling I had delayed it enough, I followed the light. That light I had been seeing since I was hit by the car. I was filled with a sort of calm that one can only experience in a dream. It was the most wonderful moment of my life, though it is now gone. ____________________________________________________________________ Okay, so I felt the compulsion to write a short story and this is what came out. It's really just a rough draft with many crappy chunks that annoy me at the moment and I am working on a smoother version that flows a llittle better.

[quote name='Indi'][FONT="Arial"][COLOR="Indigo"]Silly little chibi. Gavin doesn't give you things, least of all yaoi which he has vowed to destroy. [/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE] Aaaw. *stares at feet* Well, at least I have the comfort that yaoi can never be completely destroyed, no matter who seeks to destroy it. Besides, I have bookstores worths of the stuff hidden in the Sacred Yaoi Santuaries across the globe. We are team players, we yaoi fans are.:animesmil It's freezing in my room right now. And I have 5 blankets.:animedepr

Indi, I was refferring to Overlord GAVIN giving me the yaoi, not you, silly. [quote name='Ace'][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Gavin, I vote this one be tried for treason.[/FONT][/QUOTE] What, you suddenly think this is a democracy?! TREASON!!!

[quote name='Rachmaninoff'][FONT="Trebuchet MS"]And here I figured if [COLOR="Indigo"]Indi[/COLOR] was going to be evil, she'd torment you with yaoi, Gavin.[/FONT][/QUOTE] But...couldn't he just give the yaoi to me? I have a shrine in my closet just waiting for more.:animesmil Also, I shall join you in your making of the hot chocolate! I may fail at anything to do with cooking, but hot chocolate is my one strong point!:catgirl:

Today my glabal studies teacher was teaching us about the Hebrews and their eternal bad luck with people. When we got through the many invasions and slave-makings and whatnot, I said, obviously without thinking, "These guys have been kidnapped more times than Princess Peach!" It brought on a few giggles here and there, but mostly I heard the "ba-dum-CHISH!" sign of a bad joke. I has a sad.

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE=1]Fine, fine. But I'm still going to do all that evil stuff I had planned, for teh evulz you see. Now where's that kitten-catapult I designed...[/SIZE][/QUOTE] NOT MY MILANOS! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY! :animecry: Also, taperson is not allowed to be all saddish! Who is the person I must punish for saddening you?!:mad:

WHOO! We're back up and running! :catgirl:

Karyn managed managed to choke out, "I-! I'm not crying..." Draco smiled a bit more as Karyn scrubbed at her eyes. "And by the way, yes." "Yes what?" Draco asked mischeiviously. "Yes, I'll marry you! But only if you never leave me like that again!" Karyn sniffled. Draco stood up and hugged Karyn. "I already promised!" he chuckled. "Hey, what's keeping you guys?" Dawner asked, trotting up to them. "Oh, I see you made up!" Karyn held out her hand toward Dawner. "And you-! Uh! When-?! Wha?! Wow, that's great! Come one, we have to go tell Calil! And! Just wow! I mean! Whoa!" Dawner babbled with excitement. He dragged the two of them of to Calil. "CALIL! Come see this!" he shouted. "What is it?" Calil asked cautiously. Karyn shyly showed her hand. It took a few moments for Calil to register what she was seeing, though she did so a bit less vocally then Dawner. "Oh, wow! When did this happen?!" "About a minute ago?" Karyn mumbled with a smile, clutching onto Draco like he might fly off, should she let go. Lots of congratulations ensued, but was soon broken up by the looming reminder that Dean needed saving. OOC: Okay, carry on! Sorry for the short post, by the way!:animeswea

[quote name='Ace'][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Actually, I think he was referring to that time of year where he lets us have a go at the stale Pepperidge Farms milanos.[/FONT][/QUOTE] EVENBETTERMINENOM! *twitchyfoamyWTF*

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE=1]Oh well, I suppose I'll just go [B]cancel Christmas bonuses for all my employees[/B], shut down a couple of orphanages, get a bunch of innocent people convicted of major crimes and roll around in my gargantuan money pile to make myself feel better. :animesigh Blasted cat.[/SIZE][/QUOTE] ...We were going to get Christmas bonuses? .....WE WERE GOING TO GET PAYED?! WITH MONEY?! ...............Why, Allamorph... WHY? *whimper*

So apparently I am a mythology nerd. I found out in my Global Studies class that I know more about myhtology in every culture we've studied so far than my teacher does. Also, my pokemon addiction seems to be shooting out everywhere. Heck, my ANIME addiction is as well! Example: After watching the G.I. Joe movie (was crappy) last night, I shouted out to my entire family, "That movie had more freaking flashbacks than a Naruto fight scene!" Shame.