Sara

[color=#ff6600]I've never had anything too drastic happen to me. In fact, the only thing that came to mind in the 'being rescued' department was an instance in grade school when I fell off a something, and someone caught me. (And then I realized that situation has played itself out more than once, which is funny and maybe a little pathetic.) In [b]third grade[/b], I was climbing around on a window ledge--it wasn't really even that high up, to be honest. And it was indoors (one of those ticket-window type things you might have at the entrance to a grade school gym. Like anyone's ever going to buy tickets to go to a grade school basketball game.) Anyway, I was trying to get up on the ledge from the inside, and someone pushed me--I tumbled headfirst the other direction. I probably would have hurt myself pretty solidly, but there was a fourteen-year old (or so) guy on the other side, and he caught me (remember, I'm a skinny little eight-year-old kid). I got yelled at a bit (I was not happy that no one yelled at the person who had pushed me in the first place), but it wasn't anything too serious, heh. Scary moment in my childhood, though, and I'm not really sure why. The guy who caught was named Nathan. My [b]sophomore year in high school[/b], I joined drama, and we'd always fool around before practice. Off of stage right, there was a small hallway--there was barely room to walk, because along one side were stacked purple mats (for the tumbling units in gym class). Anyway, we'd arrange and re-arrange the mats into different height piles. One afternoon, one pile was stacked up nearly to the ceiling. I climbed up there, and was resting. One of the guys in drama came over, saw that I was up there, and (as was his practice :p) started harassing me. In this case, he started pushing and pulling against the pile of mats. It didn't move much at the bottom, but the top (where I was) was really shaking. I was yelling at him to stop, he was laughing, and the top mat (with me on it) slid off the stack. I fell, he "mostly" caught me (he also manage to change my flight path so I slammed my shoulder into a wall--ouch). That happened on a Friday. And ever since then, among my group of friends, Fridays have been known as "Kill Sara!" days. (One of those jokes that you'd think would die [i]eventually[/i], but nooooo.) And [b]this[/b] [b]summer[/b], on a photo-scavenger hunt, my team and I went over to the local tech college to take a picture. The requirement on the list was to have members of the group "interacting with a statue." The tech college has got a statue of Mr. and Mrs. Abraham Lincoln on its front lawn, so we headed over there. The happy couple (one sitting, one standing) were placed pretty high up on a pedestal-type thing. One teammate stood a ways back to snap the photo, one gave me a boost up, and I climbed up there and sat on Abe's lap for the picture. So that all went fine. I hugged Abe (awww), the picture was snapped, and I stood up, walking along the pedestal ledge to find a place to jump down that wasn't full of bushes. (Now, I'd done this before, but I'd been much smaller then, and perhaps a bit more accustomed to balancing on narrow surfaces.) Just before I was about to jump, I lost my balance, and (are we seeing a pattern in these stories at all?) fell. My teammate at the bottom caught me, we all laughed a lot, and headed somewhere else to take more pictures. It's kinda funny, because as grateful as I was/am that I didn't end up hitting the ground, the reason the events actually stick in my mind was because of how disorienting they were. As painful as it may sometimes be, I honestly do jump and slash or fall off things a fair bit--and you're always supposed to hit ground at the bottom. But when someone catches you or stops your fall, things twist around a bit--your attention shifts from the ground to them, they end up altering (however greatly or slightly) the straight path you were going, and sometimes you just don't make it to the ground, heh. And I'm not [i]complaining[/i], but it gives the whole half-second period a very surreal feeling. (Many times moreso than simply falling.) So yeah, nothing super dramatic, but there ya go. I fall off things a lot, I guess. they're grrrrrrreat! Sara[/color]

[quote name='Farto the Magic][FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]I myself would absolutely love to know what makes women have an attraction to a guy.[/COLOR'][/FONT][/quote][color=#ff6600][i]I[/i] would absolutely love to know that makes me have an attraction to a guy. The guys I've been attracted to don't have a lot in common. Well, they're nice to me, but that's so incredibly broad, it's almost laughable. If I'm friends with a guy, usually I will have a crush on him at some point. I get over it pretty quickly and tend not to act on it at all. Most of the guys I've had a crush on recently are the Math and Science type. Now, as many an online T-shirt company will tell you, "Geek is Sexy." However, I'm also inclined to think it has something to do with the general company I keep--many of the people I know from home are Computer Science majors, and here at school I live on a floor with a bunch of IT (Institute of Technology) Honors people. I'm inundated by nerds at every turn! *laughs* And, well, Geek [i]is[/i] Sexy. Plus it has a great sense of humor, and watches fun movies. I won't say that I am not attracted to someone's looks, but darned if I could tell you what about them, exactly, I'm attracted to. Taller, shorter, dark skin, fair skin, red, brown, blond, black, long, or short hair--*laughs* All I know is, they're all inexplicable sexy when I have a crush on someone with them. Finally, since I moved up to school, a majority of the people I've found attractive have been gay. But, well...that doesn't help much, does it? :p slippery when wet, Sara[/color]

[QUOTE=Zenriek]Lessee... I guess I collect those paint cards you get from hardware stores, I've got a few of them. Whenever I go to a hardware store with my dad, I always take a few. I think they look really cool (I know, weird). And Lore, I know you're going to think me stupid for asking this, but what is "beach glass"? It's prolly something simple that I didn't tihnk of, but what is it?[/QUOTE][color=#ff6600]First of all, I [i]totally[/i] collect paint chips from hardware stores! Haha, I have so many of them (and I'm constantly misplacing my collection and starting over, heh.) Whenever I was little and my parents dragged us to a hardware/building supplies store for some home improvement project (we spent ten years remodling our old house, and moved out as soon as it was finished), I would smuggle paint sample cards home with me. I think I have vague ideas of using them for art projects someday. Alright...beach glass. *grins* Beach glass is glass (from broken beer bottles, mostly) that has been worn down by waves and sand over a long period of time. There are no longer any sharp edges, and the pieces (when dry) usually have a frosted look to them. (When wet, the frosted look disappears. If you want to keep a particular piece looking clear and shiny, you can put clear nail polish on it, and it will keep.) [url=http://www.seashells.com/seaglass.htm]This site[/url] has some pictures. It's a bit like putting rough stones into a rock polisher, and then seeing the end result as something smooth and beautiful. Beach glass isn't shiny, but it's the same idea. I don't know how large a body of water would have to be to produce beach glass, but I guess that any place you find beach rocks (or river rocks, or whatever you might call them, depending on your locale--stones smooth as a result of moving water) you'd be able to find beach glass. cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, Sara[/color]

[color=#ff6600]Since moving to college (and walking almost [i]everywhere[/i]), I've stopped paying much attention to gas prices. (Also, there are no gas stations by campus, heh.) I think, generally, prices here are less than they are back home (both 'home' and 'school' are in the upper Midwest of the United States). I might have purchased gas once or twice when I was home over break. Prices are much better than they were this summer, as a few people in this thread have already said--they peaked at about $2.20 or $2.30 by my house. One thing I have noticed is how many gas stations are putting up their price signs differently than I remember. In stead of showing the prices for their three different 'levels' of gas (say, "Unleaded," "Premium," "Super") they now show "Unleaded," "Premium," and "Cigarettes." I don't remember every noticing that before last summer, heh, although maybe I just never looked too closely. In any case, my basis for displeasure is this: if a gallon of gas costs less than a pack of cigarettes, I can deal with it. always low prices, always, Sara[/color]

[color=#ff6600]I started my second semester at college this week. As people who read myO are aware, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, but I'm sure I'll get used to things in the next week or two. Right now, I'm looking at persuing a [b]German major[/b]. There isn't really a lot of thought behind this. I'm in my fifth year of German classes--there is no single other subject that I devoted that much time to in high school. (Does that necessarily mean I really want to devote even [i]more[/i] time to it in college?) I wrote down "German" as a possible major when I applied to colleges, and this school offered me a scholarship if I did so (majored in German). So when I decided to come here (I was accepted at [b]University of Wisconsin--Madison[/b] and [b]University of Minnesota--Twin Cities[/b]) I figured that I might as well major in German and be able to use that scholarship money. I took and passed the Language Proficiency Exam last semester, and this year I am enrolled in two 3000-level German courses. (The University of Minnesota denotes courses using thousands, not hundreds. Thus, a first-level course in something would be 1001 (ten-oh-one), not 101.) I'm not satisfied with the idea of majoring in German, but I haven't found anything else to which I am interested in changing my major. (And really, this is all a little skewed, as I don't believe you are to declare a major until you have roughly two years' worth of credits...which I don't.) Especially this week of classes, I've been uncertain about my choice. While I love language, and enjoy learning German (I wouldn't have taken the scholarship if it were for a subject I had no interest or enjoyment in.), I don't know "what I'm going to with it" or anything like that, and people keep expecting me to know, heh. I'm actually content right now, not knowing exactly where I'm going. I'm a first-year college student, I get decent grades, and there really is no reason that I need to have my life plan laid out before me. I just wish everyone else would see this my way. People assume I want to teach high school German for the rest of my life, which is certainly not the case (at least right now). They want to know if I am going to study abroad. Yes, I probably will. Where? Probably a German-speaking country over in Europe, heh. But I really don't know. If I were to change my major, I might change it to [b]Linguistics.[/b] That's something else I've been interested in for a long time (I'm a dork; I just love words), and I took an introductory course on it last semester, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I guess, from someone who has always been good at school, looking around at the people in my college courses is somewhat intimidating. In my required German class, for example--I want to know where I stand in relation to everyone else in the class, and I'm worried that I am not up to the level I need to be at. This is silly, honestly, because everyone in that class is at the same level--that is why we are all in that class, heh. We each tested into that level of German knowledge. But it is still something that pulls at the back of my mind. It's also a little strange to see so [i]many[/i] people who have the same interests as me. My high school was about 220 people (graduating class of roughly 50), and through my years of high school German, my classes shrank from twelve, to seven, to three, to one. I was the only person in my German IV class; the instructor and I ended up meeting once a week after school so we could do different things with out time during the day. Here, there are a lot of people who are actually majoring in German, and it is a new perspective for me. feeling hot, hot, hot, Sara[/color]

[color=#ff6600]Okay, let's see. [center][size=4][b][u]Reki and her relationship to FGiWD?[/b][/u][/size][/center] Remember, from the very beginning of the series, Reki was always upset about[/color] [spoiler]people always leaving her[/spoiler]. [color=#ff6600]I think that after she arrived in the town, [/color][spoiler]she was still very open--looking for friendship and help. However, a series of events--from Kuramori's day of flight, to befriending the Haibane at the factory and then being forbidden to make contact with them after the wall incident--caused her to stop looking for help. She closed herself off. So while she was always lost, at the beginning, she was at least looking to others for friendship and help.[/spoiler] [color=#ff6600]And that's where I'm drawing the 'duality of FGiWD?' interpretation from. Not that it was [spoiler]Hyouko's attempt at climbing the wall[/spoiler], exactly, but that (and the results of it) were a factor. I have no idea if FGiWD? [spoiler] had wings[/spoiler]. [center][size=4][b][u]Toga, Toga, Toga! [spoiler]sorry =][/spoiler][/b][/u][/size][/center] I think, before I can say anything about the Toga, I need to know who they are, exactly. That is, what information are we given in the story? They only [spoiler]use hand signals, do not speak, and...are allowed to trade with the outside world? [/spoiler] The Official guy at the Temple place knew the [spoiler]hand signals and could communicate with them, yes? [/spoiler] Was he one of them? I guess my thoughts (without elaborating, because I'm given to assuming you have roughly the same idea, and I don't want to wax philosophical without knowing what I'm talking about *points upward*) are this: [spoiler]Haibane who "miss" their Day of Flight because they are sinbound (or for another reason?) "lose their halos and wings and live away from both the Haibane and the humans" (to quote something I remember the Official guy saying). My original thought here was that the Toga were such "failed" Haibane.[/spoiler] There wasn't a lot of good reason for this...they were the only group I hadn't heard explained yet, heh, so it seemed to fit. (Although later there was more stuff that seemed to fit with this.) I was talking with Robb about this last night, and he suggested that the Official was [spoiler] such a failed Haibane. I personally can't remember if he had his halo and wings, although I think he did have wings (or at least wing covers?) [/spoiler] When I asked about the Toga [spoiler]not talking, he said it was to keep the people in the town from getting any information about the outside world.[/spoiler] Which makes sense, I think. So I guess...there are two different aspects of the Toga I just posted about. I'm not sure what, exactly, either of them are, but I'm sort of pulling in two different directions, and I shall leave it up to you to decipher which is which. I can't believe I ate the whole thing, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79][size=1][b]Things Invisible to See [E][/b][/size]We'd spent the evening in the woods by my house, sitting by the river and talking. Not talking about anything very important, but throwing rocks in the river and laughing. As it started to get dark, we left the woods, following the path out to the grassy part of the park. There's a mysterious concrete structure there--a large raised circle with a manhole cover in the middle. I climbed up into it. He followed me. I don't remember what the conversation turned to then. It was just happy, pointless talking, the kind of conversation you don't have often enough (and can't remember when you do.) I lay down across the fountain (the concrete thing--I have always thought it might be a fountain, although I have never seen it running.) He grinned. "Good idea," he said, positioning himself next to me. We talked, and eventually the conversation lulled and we both looked up at the stars. I saw a bright streak move across the sky--a shooting star. Do you ever laugh just because you're happy? Nothing funny has happened, you're not amused or hysterical. You're happy. I started laughing, full of delight. I felt like a little kid. I'd never seen a shooting star before. He nudged himself over closer to me. It was getting colder by then, and his side was warm against mine. We studied the stars, trying to find any constellations we recognized. Neither of us could find anything. "I see a lot of triangles," he offered at one point. I laughed. I rolled over then, to look at the other part of the sky. I was trying to find Orion. "I can usually find him," I'd said earlier. "The three stars that make his belt, anyway." "Isn't one of them supposed to be red?" he'd asked. "I think so. I've never seen it, though." Now I looked at the night sky. It was probably between nine and nine thirty at night. I still couldn't find any stars I recognized. I might as well have been on another planet, staring at at another world's night sky. "You're shivering," he'd teased me earlier, when he'd first lain down next to me. I was shivering, but I didn't really feel cold. My body thinks I'm cold, I told him. He'd laughed at me, but it was true. It was a beautiful summer night, and I didn't feel cold. "You're still shivering," he said now. "I guess I am," I said. "Again," I amended, "not still. But yeah." He hugged me suddenly. "I'll keep you warm!" I laughed, because he was my best friend, and it was the corniest thing he'd ever said to me. But, you know, that was alright.[/color][color=#ff6600]I re-posted this...I had edited it into my previous post, but I don't know if anyone noticed it, heh. In any case, I really enjoy this thread. People should post more. best part of waking up, Sara[/color]

[right][color=#996699] [i]One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.[/i][/color][/right][color=#663366]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/color][color=#330033]She enters, he stares. He smiles, she blushes. He offers, she accepts. They dance. Hours pass. They kiss. Bells ring. She gasps, he comforts. She runs. He persues. She stumbles, it falls. [i]She retrieves[/i]. He calls. She disappears. He?ll never see her again. [/color] [color=#ff6600]Part of a series, if I can manage to write the others. the one and only, Sara[/color]

[color=ff300]When I was litttle, I collected [b]rocks[/b]. Not polished rocks, or the kind you buy at funky shops that sell incense...beach rocks. We lived right next to Lake Michigan (Second-largest freshwater lake in the world! Single largest freshwater lake in the US!), so we'd go down there all the time. And I would always pick up rocks. Lots of rocks. I think, at the height of my collection, I had three ice cream buckets full of rocks. Shortly after that, I sorted through them, kept my very, very favorites, and hauled them down to the beach in a wagon and dumped them. I still collect beach glass, though. (It's not quite so glaringly common as beach rocks, and I can actually keep all the peices I find without having to worry about storage space, heh.) I'm actually quite a beach glass connoisseur. ^_~ Green is bby far the most common color, but there are occasional variations in the standard bottle green that are very delightful. I have a lovely piece of olive-green glass, for example, and another one that looks just like fresh green leaves in a spring garden. Brown is not as common, and while the untrained eye might dismiss it as mundane, it is actually quite lovely. Some of my brown pieces are among my favorites. The most-sought after color in my family was always a very deep blue. These are quite rare in comparison to the other colors, and the pieces are generall much smaller. My favorite piece was a flawless small piece of blue glass in a nicely worn shape...it was very beautiful. Unfortunately, it cracked when I attempted to set it in a piece of jewelry for my mom. // I was nearly devastated, heh. I'd had that piece of glass for years (it was the first piece of blue glass I had ever found.) This sounds so silly, doesn't it? But it's something I love. ^_^ (I also have a piece of red glass, and a beautiful piece of rose-colored glass. They're amazing; I love them. I have never seen any other pieces of these colors.) Ah, anyway. I also collect [b]candy and mint tins.[/b] This started a few years ago, when I started eating Altoids, which (of course) come in small tins. I have dozens and dozens of Altoids tins (special editions, mini-tins, gum tins, sours tins, large tins...) as well as some other gum and candy tins. They're just a lot of fun. And, of course, I collect [b]stickers.[/b] I adore stickers. There's just something so awesome about them. I mean...they're colorful, and they stick to things! Ah, bliss! I collected stickers (Lisa Frank stickers) when I was little, and had a couple sticker books. Unfortunately, I no longer have any idea where those are. I started collected stickers [b]again[/b] two summers ago. It started innocently enough, just a sheet or two that I bought to decorate my letters... I have innummerable numbers now. It's bordering on the ridiculous (okay, it might've crossed that border.) I keep my stickers in a green folder. It's been repeatedly mended and reinforced with various colors of duct tape, and it's sitting on my desk right now, bulging pitifully. I love having stickers. I got more for Christmas. Hee. They just make me so happy. ^_^ accept no imitations :p, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]Cheza--You can goof off in collge, heh. If nothing else (as long as you are not actively being disrespectful), your professors won't really have a problem with it, and they'll know who you are. So if your not a fan of anonymity, go for it, heh. In all the classes I've had, the goofy kids who spoke up were everyone's favorite classmate/student. Just don't be obnoxious, heh (good advice for [i]anything[/i], really). If I thought about it, I'd say I act [i]exactly[/i] my age. Sometimes I'm really goofy, sometimes I'm really quiet--but I've been that way all my life, heh, so I don't see what it has to do with age. I guess I have about the same level of maturity as most of my friends. And you know, that's fine with me. I'm just me, heh. I don't want to be anyone else. Five years ago, I might have said something different....but I'm happy being who I am. And I don't know if there are a lot of people, or any age, who can say that and mean it. my beautiful, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]Rin Synoske and Sango819, welcome to OtakuBoards. Before you post any further, please be sure to read the [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/rules.php?]rules[/url]. This thread is three years old, and there is no reason to post in it today. (There are actually many reasons [i]not[/i] to post in it.) So please be sure to read the rules. As a suggestion, "please tell me about yourselves" is a topic not well suited to Otaku Lounge, as it is extremely broad. Should you want to start such a conversation, I recommend starting a seperate thread and telling about yourself in a well-written and entertaining way. I would also suggest not adding that you are new here when you post. We do not generally allow "Hello, I'm new!" threads at OtakuBoards, and certain people are bound to yell at you no matter what conversation you introduce after such a statement. It's not fair, but people can be stupid, heh. Again, welcome to the Boards. I only dream of you, Sara[/color]

[quote name='Morpheus']Man is Simon Cowell ever an ***. He could just say you don't have enough talent but might go somewhere instead of throwing it into their faces. [/quote][color=#4b4b79]But isn't [b]he[/b] really the reason why people watch? It certainly seems that way. a starlight in the gloom, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]I'd like to think I have enough self-respect not to appear on any sort of reality television series. I have not seen any, so take that as you will, but in at least this case, I am happy in my ignorance. Actually, I take that back. If [i]American Idol[/i] counts as a reality show, I have seen it. My floor watched it tonight--I couldn't bear it. I felt so bad for everyone. =/ Parts were funny, but mostly I just felt awful for all the people they were making fun of. tiptoe to your room, Sara[/color]

[quote name='Semjaza Azazel']I think some of the best comic book movies are actually ones most people have no idea are based upon comics in the first place. There's a surprising amount of them.[/quote][color=4b4b7]Like what? I'm really interested now, heh. I think...if I knew anything about comics, I would be much more entitled to talk about this subject. As it is, I've just read a few old issues of a few difference things that my dad and slash or uncles left lying around my grandparents' house when they moved out. Oh, and some of the SANDMAN anthologies. Which I happily devour in Barnes and Noble and lust over because I woudl feel guilty actually spending the money to buy them. my beautiful, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]Okay, heh. I wasn't really sure where I wanted to go with this, so right now I think I'm just going to post parts of the conversation I had with Azure and expand on them a little bit. These are all theories and musings. And spoilers, probably, so have fun. [center][size=4][b][u]Reki, the Ending, FGiWD?[/b][/u][/size][/center][/color] [quote=Azure and Sara] [b]And the ending, was it satisfactory? [/b] [spoiler]I think so, mostly. It was very dramatic and dark, which was interesting. I think...it ended up working very well. I was a little annoyed that they put in the younger version of Reki, because everything else semed very fresh and original, and "Creepy little girl in a white dress" is kinda overused in scary stuff... *laughs softly* But other than that, I think... [b]Yeah, I agree with that. I don't even know why they needed her there.[/b][/spoiler][/quote][spoiler]The ending turned out to be very dark, and more so than I had originally expected. I did expect that it would end with Reki's "Day of Flight," since there had been references to her not having much time left. When she got up after the festival and said goodbye to everyone, it seemed like she was happy and ready to leave, and I assumed that she had found forgiveness--possibly from Abandoned Factory's yellow fireworks. (Remember, it was said that a sin-bound Haibane could not forgive himself; he had to be given forgiveness by another.) After Midori's mad race to make sure Reki saw the fireworks as midnight, I was sure that they would be symbolic of forgiveness, and everything would turn out as a result. So when Reki's halo started flickering and she left the guest room with the other Haibane in it, I thought she was going out to the ruins. When Rakka went looking for her in her room, I was surprised. When she went into the studio, and Reki was there, I was even more surprised--especially by Reki's comment, which was definitely not the sort of kind thing I expected of her. Of course, Reki made a point of explaining herself and really shaking Rakka up. // After Reki finished yelling at Rakka, I again expected something like Rakka's saying "I forgive you," but that didn't happen either. She [i]left[/i], scared and upset, which was in character, but not what I had been anticipating. Once again, I was pleased that it hadn't ended in such a cliché (well, maybe not cliché, but certainly trite) cop-out, heh. I wasn't happy with the Freaky Girl in White Dress? at all. I understand that there can be a lot of underlying symbolism, blah blah blah... (Interesting: the first time we saw Mini-Reki here, she was trying to help. But...she turned into stone and fell apart or something. I don't quite remember. The second time, when Rakka sees her, FGiWD? is [i]keeping Rakka from helping[/i] Reki. So if you want to get into symbolism, the first appearance (pre-shattering) is Reki as a child when she is still open and easily trusting. The second appearance (post-shattering) is Reki as a girl after Kuramori left and after the incident with Hyouko at the wall, after she made the decision not to let anyone in. So that could explain the drastic change in behavior that puzzled me originally.) Also, few things scare me like demonic children in horror movies. ^^;[/spoiler] [color=#4b4b79]I think I'm going to stop there for now. Wow, there's so much stuff I want to talk about. =p Anyway, Azure...comments? Come on, you milked me for my thoughts earlier, give me some input. More later. I only dream of you, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]Please post some explanation along with your wishes. Generally speaking, bullet points alone do not merit a convesation. This thread has been interesting, and I've enjoyed it, but if no one posts anything but "1,2,3 (and possibly 4,5,6,), I am going ti close it. a kiss that can't renew, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]While there was once a "Rate My Deck" thread in the YuGiOh forum for people to post such threads, that forum no longer exists. I am unaware if the thread still exists. However, there are many other places online where you can ask others to review your deck. Otaku Lounge is not once of them (and I doubt you would get any constructive help here.) I suggest posting this at a different board, or possibly asking Solo Tremaine for advice on where this should go, or who might be kind enough to respond if you PM'd them with a request to rate your deck. As it stands, I am closing this thread. lips are turning blue, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]It's nice to know that you consider yourself evil. However, there is another current thread where this topic would fit. I suggest you take your evil little self over to wreak some havoc in [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44972]this direction[/url]. ^_~ I am the cat who walks by himself, Sara[/color]

[QUOTE=Morpheus]I'm a warrior. I literally always win arguements that I get myself into. Also, if someone is an *** to me they'll get it back in their face. I would have thrown the food in on her clothes and flicked her off. I can take things pretty well as far as insults go, but I have to draw the line somewhere. I would tip with an obviuosly fake $1,000,000 bill.[/QUOTE][color=#4b4b79]And that makes you a warrior? I'm sorry, I must have missed something. As for myself, I am usually even-tempered. Some things will make me angry, but I try not to [i]act[/i] on my impulses when I'm upset. Are most things worth fighting over? No. I would rather walk away insulted than end up in an arguement or disagreement that I don't care enough to finish. I will, however, defend what I believe is right. I hope that everyone would. on the boulevard of broken dreams, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]While the definitive concepts of GOOD and EVIL seem a bit dodgy when applied to the inherent nature of humans... "Despite everything, I still believe that people really are good at heart." loquacious to a fault, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]It helps if you ask nicely. ^_^ Question answered, topic closed. prisoner of Ze[b]n[/b]da, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]I'm such a softhearted meddler. -[b]Lone toddler crying in a shopping mall.[/b] My first reaction would be to go over to the kid and try to cheer him up/comfort him. I have a lot of experience with little kids (that sounds lame, I know, but it's true.) If he's alone, he's probably crying because he lost his parents--I'd look around for any likely candidates, then I'd probably coax the kid along to the lost and found (heh), and page the mall for...I dunno, distressed parents? I'd stay there until the parents showed up, because the last thing a scared, lost kid needs is to be abandoned by another person. -[b]First person at the scene of a car accident.[/b] I'd try to figure out how serious things are--is anyone hurt/trapped? I don't have a cell phone, so I'd probably run (or drive, if I'm in the truck) to the nearest building, explain, and phone for help. -[b]Person drowning.[/b] I would run for help. I can't swim, so there's nothing else I can do. -[b]Obviously upset person running down the street.[/b] Well, after reading Panda's reaction, I feel a little foolhardy--but my first thought would be to try and help them. Hopefully I'm thinking straigt and woudl call the police, but unless they ask me to stay on the line and avoid the person or something, the next thing I would do is call out to the person. If they're upset, if something's wrong, I woudl do anything I can to help. -[b]Injured animal.[/b] I don't know anything about animal care, except not to touch them when they're eating or hurt--I would go to the nearest place with a likely phone and call the...I don't know what it's called, but there's a place that deals with injured animals. I'd stick around, hovering and useless, until they got there, heh... One of the angriest moments of my life involves an injured bird. For some reason, there was a red tailed hawk (or another, similar bird) on the side of the road. It was stunned, or something--very much alive. My family and I were out hunting about for rummage sales, and saw a truck pulled over, and the bird in front of it. We stopped and got out--talked with the people who were there. I don't know if they'd hit the bird originally or had just seen it and pullled over, but they had called the above mentioned place, and help was apparently on the way. I remember watching the bird--it was so big, and just [i]powerful[/i]. I'd never thought birds were particularly beautiful, but this one just captivated me. It would try to fly--it couldn't. It just sat there on the road, this big predatory bird with so much raw power in it, broken and frustrated on the shoulder of the road. The people who had been parked in front of the bird went and moved their truck... We couldn't do anything else (there was almost a crowd on the side of the road now, heh) so we were walking back to our truck. This big pick-up came speeding down the road--I looked back towards it--the driver saw the bird, [i]swerved onto the shoulder, and hit it.[/i] I can't even begin to express how angry and hurt that made me. killing me softly, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]Panda, wow--that's hilarious. Heheh, I can't even imagine that. How funny. ^_^ On another note, dysfunctional is being used on a rather light note here... It's okay. The word is kinda overused, anyway. I believe the creator of the thread is just looking to talk about silly stuff. no [i]I'm[/i] Spartacus, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]Interesting, most interesting...Whoa! Where did [i]that[/i] come from? Anyway, nicknames....heh. When I was little, my parents sometimes called me [b]Sarebear[/b] or [b]Sarabear[/b], which is cute. I was really young, though. (It's one of those adorable [i]little kid[/i] nicknames that you'll hear until you're perhaps five...and then never again until you end up with a mushy significant other.) Incidently "Sarabear" would make a cute little character for me to doodle. Hee. My dad also used to call me [b]sharp-eyed girl[/b]. It sounds kinda lame now, but I was incredibly proud of it. I loved seeing things, noticing things, and pointing them out, and being called that was this awesome praise from my dad that I just loved. Mom called me [b]my brown-eyed girl[/b] too, heh. We've both got brown eyes...and whenever we'd go rummage-saling, we'd have Oldies radio on, and that song would come on, and we'd be driving and laughing and singing. Heh. Good memories...gosh, I can hardly picture the car we used to do that in. It was three ages ago. I have a few nicknames from my grade school years, most of which I probably don't remember. In sixth grade, though, we read [i]Anne Frank--Diary of a Young Girl[/i] (and later went to see a stage production, which was kinda cool). Anyway, the book had a photo of Anne on the cover, and someone decided that I looked like her. I suppose, in comparison to everyone [i]else[/i] in the class, I might have looked the [i]most[/i] like her, but the resemblence wasn't exactly striking. Anyway, people (a few in particular) ended up calling me [b]Anne Frank[/b] for the rest of the year. // One girl in my class also called me [b]Martin Martin[/b]. (Martin is my last name.) I never really figured out why, and it kinda annoyed me, but she was a lot of fun, so I put up with it. (She also claimed that the bust of Martin Luther that stood in the corner of our classroom was going to come to my room and haunt me...Odd girl.) One of my youth group/Sunday school teachers used to call me [b]Mary Poppins[/b]. "Practically perfect in every way" because I always got the Bible trivia right. But it always sort of embarrassed me, because it wasn't that I really [i]knew[/i] a lot of stuff that other people didn't...I just had a good memory, and could remember back when we'd actually learned about the stuff, heh. One of the boys in my youth group used to call me [b]Sarah, Plain and Tall.[/b] (It's the name of a book.) I'm not really that tall, though...I'm not going to comment on the "plainness." ^_~ There was a boy in my 8th grade class who called me a lot of very nasty things (I never really figured out why, because we sort of got along... Well, better than I got along with some other people, anyway) that I'm not going to mention here. My German teacher in high school, of course, called me by my "German" name(s), so through the years I was [b]Käte[/b], [b]Silke[/b], and [b]Meike[/b]. I really liked [b]Käte[/b], just because it seemed so simple and elegant, and a little unexpected. (It's pronounced "[b]Kay[/b]-teh," only...not quite. The [i]a-umlaut sound[/i] isn't quite the same as the long [i]a[/i] we have in English. Anyway!) My freshman year theology teacher also singled me out for doing well in his class, which was both gratifying and embarrassing.. His tests and quizzes were always hard (he'd try to trick you on the True/False questions, which was awful of him), but I usually got 'em right. Unfortunately, most of the class didn't, and he felt the need to point out that (because I had gotten them right) the quizzes [i]weren't impossible.[/i] He started calling me simply by my initials, after a while: [b]S. M.[/b] Oh, I nearly forgot to say-- from the first day of class, this guy always called each person [b]Doctor [last name][/b]. "And do you know why? It's because I know that each and every one of you--yes, impossible though it may sound, even [i]you[/i], Doctor Barker--have the potential to graduate from college and complete your doctoral thesis. And then you'll think back to old Luchterhand's class, and say to yourself, boy, [i]he sure saw the potential in me.[/i] And then you'll give me money or medical coverage at no charge." ...Anyway, that was Pastor Luchterhand. So before I was "S.M.," I was [b]Doctor Martin[/b]. I have a few more nicknames from slightly more recent times, but I'm kinda running out of steam here. Maybe I'll pick up and continue this later. kthxdie, Sara[/color]

[color=#4b4b79]I love my family. Everyone has quirks. My brother does "Cross Sums" for fun. (They're like crosswords, but with digits instead of letters. Also, they're impossible.) He loves math, something that I'll never understand. He's also lazy and a major procrastinator, which got him in a [i]lot[/i] of trouble, expecially when he was younger. He's gotten much better, although it's hard to believe if you didn't know him back in the day. Generally, though, he's a good guy. We've never really been close, but I can see us being good friends (especially that we only live together for half the year, now.) My sister thinks she's Batman. Actually, that's untrue, but she does love Batman. All of the presents I got her this year were Bat-themed, and she loved them--it's so much fun. She painted the BatSignal on her (black canvas) backpack, has added it to a couple shirts, and now has a Batman tie, as well as a Batman lunchbox/thermos set (the kind first graders get when they start staying at school for lunch ^_^). She's got this crazy, wacky sense of humor, which is great. My only problem with her is that sometimes, she just doesn't know when to quit. She'll be acting goofy in a serious situation, or won't listen when someone tells her to stop doing something. Also, she holds a mean grudge. My kid brother is seven (almost eight, wow!), and the kid really puts up with a lot. The rest of us are pretty evenly spaced out, age-wise...Cal's seven years younger than my other brother, the (former) youngest. So I do have to keep that in mind when I talk about him--he puts up with us teasing him a lot. We tease each other the same way, mind, but he doesn't always know exactly what we're talking about. All said and done, though, he's a really good sport about it all, which is fantastic. The kid's very smart, and he's a lot of fun to play with. (Although it's really easy for me to say he's spoiled, too, since he gets to do a lot of stuff I never did when I was little. Again, though, there's a large age difference, which accounts for a lot...He used to watch movies [i]all the time[/i], for example, while movies were a big awesomeness when I was little. But at the same time, I had my brother and sister to play with, and he hasn't got siblings his age. So I forgive the little bugger.) My parents are both great. I've never not gotten along with them, although Dad sometimes comes home in a bad mood (or gets put in a bad mood when things are a mess around the house), and everyone has to (clean and) tread lightly for a while. Still, I respect him and love him. One of our favorite anecdotes about Dad... One day (for some reason) we had candles out, maybe on a birthday cake or something. Okay, fine, whatever. The next morning, unloading, someone found these thin white strings in the washer.... It was really weird. "What...are these?" No one could figure it out--and then it hit us. Wicks. Candle wicking. Dad had put the candles in the washer with the silverware, and they'd melted in all the hot water. He doesn't do a lot of stuff like that, so it's gone down in family history, heh. "Remember the time [i]Dad [b]waxed[/b] the dishes?[/i]" stayin' classy, Sara[/color]