Last check around and I THINK I've gotten everything wrapped up. In terms of what's happening, basically I'll 'vanish' from cyberspace for a while. Wonder if anyone will miss my daily rants. Maybe. Well, it's one less thing to check each day, right? One less on the to-do list.
If you want to send me something (frankly, I'd rather receive things when I'm not here than have you forget what you meant to send me), please avoid my yahoo account. I've turned on the vacation response there because that old account is essentially the one I use for EVERYTHING and I'll...prefer less digging when I get home, if you know what I mean. Use my gmail account, it's my AIM screen name @ gmail.com (I know, creative, aren't I?). Gmail, because I have yet to figure out if it even has a vacation response yet. And I'll promise to get through everything I receive within the first 3 days of my return, fair enough?
Pictures uploaded, click here for the ones I've taken (album "Yearbook 05-06" as usual). Lusine had also taken some pictures, so please mail her for the rest (or until she uploads them, anyhow).
I ought to write something terribly interesting here because this message will be stuck here for quite a while, but nothing terribly clever comes to mind. I took along my notebook with me so I can keep up on the writing and the drawing while I'm gone. My cartoons are improving, I think, which is good because I need to have SOMETHING improve when my relatives cluster over. Think of me as an experiment specimen of "western education". Except when dealing with live things in experiments, the results seldom turn out the way they're suppose to.
After all, the said specimen is a member of a group called "Lunatics," what else could be expected?
The specimen says "hi", and "bye" and wishes you all a very enjoyable summer. (Note, remember sunscreens, those of you who get burned...)
20050711
20050710
Recap: the Attack of the Squirrels
Since I didn't drive yesterday, I got to have an extra-long driving session today and has already met someone who went through a red light. At least now I'm pretty confident about how fast I can slam the breaks.
You learn something new everyday, as Christine mentioned yesterday.
Afterwards I navigated mother through Macy's at Valleyfair so, see? I got to practice BOTH driving and navigation in one day. I doubt I can do both at the same time though, namely because when I'm driving I'll be too busy checking all the other things to keep the directions straight in my head.
I think I've mentioned my neighbor's infestation of squirrels before, ever since she got the bird-feeder. A while ago she used to use this toy gun to shoot rubberbands at the squirrels, so from my window I'd hear something like: CLICK! CLICK! And then the mad scrabbling of tiny claws on a tree bark as the squirrels flee to a safe range to regroup and counter-attack as soon as the neighbor's turned her back. Today I noticed that she (the neighbor) received a squirt-gun from somewhere and is now occupied with shooting the squirrels with water. I have to wonder about this--if the pain of rubberbands (they do hurt) can't keep the squirrels away, what can a bit of water do? (It's those type of toy guns you can find with the other water toys.)
Come to think of it, unless the squirrels are deathly afraid of water (which, observing from my window, they are not), the only advantage of the squirt-gun is that the neighbor won't have to pick up the rubberbands afterwards.
Squirrels looks funny clinging to the tree upside-down.
And thank you, Lucy. :-)
You learn something new everyday, as Christine mentioned yesterday.
Afterwards I navigated mother through Macy's at Valleyfair so, see? I got to practice BOTH driving and navigation in one day. I doubt I can do both at the same time though, namely because when I'm driving I'll be too busy checking all the other things to keep the directions straight in my head.
I think I've mentioned my neighbor's infestation of squirrels before, ever since she got the bird-feeder. A while ago she used to use this toy gun to shoot rubberbands at the squirrels, so from my window I'd hear something like: CLICK! CLICK! And then the mad scrabbling of tiny claws on a tree bark as the squirrels flee to a safe range to regroup and counter-attack as soon as the neighbor's turned her back. Today I noticed that she (the neighbor) received a squirt-gun from somewhere and is now occupied with shooting the squirrels with water. I have to wonder about this--if the pain of rubberbands (they do hurt) can't keep the squirrels away, what can a bit of water do? (It's those type of toy guns you can find with the other water toys.)
Come to think of it, unless the squirrels are deathly afraid of water (which, observing from my window, they are not), the only advantage of the squirt-gun is that the neighbor won't have to pick up the rubberbands afterwards.
Squirrels looks funny clinging to the tree upside-down.
And thank you, Lucy. :-)
20050709
Recap: Castle Life
The party is begun this noon. Or rather, for me it started pretty early because I've decided to bake the stuff this morning so that it will be very fresh. Went over at ten to Kate's to help set up. Decorating is fun. Cooking is okay within a reasonable limit. Organizing get-togethers can go waaay over my head but things seemed to pull together at the last minute alright. The room looked nice, the people liked the food (which was healthy, like, OMG!) and we watched KING ARTHUR which was nice and fitting.
Anna came back last night after spending to weeks with only her father and seem quite…I'm not sure if "thrilled" is the right word to use here…to see us. In other words, she behaved as if the atmospherically existing blend of around 20% oxygen was highly intoxicating and giggled hysterically at random intervals. I don't know. If I can get her to giggle like mad just by saying the word "squishy" (blame the father, I guess) the she can pretty much giggle about anything.
Kate, after four hours of sleep and two hours of pulling the event together, was her usual cheerful self. With a little more of the sarcasm, perhaps. Lucy was a knight. In shining armor. Which was plastic. Like her sword and her helmet. Both her helmet and the armor have warnings written on it that roughly translates to: "this is a toy and won't protect you from any dire circumstances."
Christine was her astonishing pyromaniac self, playing with the candles and whatnot. (Come to think of it, we're really quite lucky nothing got set on fire by accident.) Ashley was there to fill us in on all parts of the movie which we neglected due to our own digression, having watched it a few times before herself.
Was fun. Now am waiting for Lucy's pictures (having used her camera) to edit. Please send me everything Lucy, don't delete anything until I've seen it. (Consider it artistic-over-interest.) Forgot, Kate, if you took one of the little colored slips that I was handing out. If not, here's a copy.
So it goes.
Anna came back last night after spending to weeks with only her father and seem quite…I'm not sure if "thrilled" is the right word to use here…to see us. In other words, she behaved as if the atmospherically existing blend of around 20% oxygen was highly intoxicating and giggled hysterically at random intervals. I don't know. If I can get her to giggle like mad just by saying the word "squishy" (blame the father, I guess) the she can pretty much giggle about anything.
Kate, after four hours of sleep and two hours of pulling the event together, was her usual cheerful self. With a little more of the sarcasm, perhaps. Lucy was a knight. In shining armor. Which was plastic. Like her sword and her helmet. Both her helmet and the armor have warnings written on it that roughly translates to: "this is a toy and won't protect you from any dire circumstances."
Christine was her astonishing pyromaniac self, playing with the candles and whatnot. (Come to think of it, we're really quite lucky nothing got set on fire by accident.) Ashley was there to fill us in on all parts of the movie which we neglected due to our own digression, having watched it a few times before herself.
Was fun. Now am waiting for Lucy's pictures (having used her camera) to edit. Please send me everything Lucy, don't delete anything until I've seen it. (Consider it artistic-over-interest.) Forgot, Kate, if you took one of the little colored slips that I was handing out. If not, here's a copy.
So it goes.
20050708
Recap: Dietary Needs
In case if you're wondering (which you probably aren't), I went online much earlier today because I bypassed breakfast. The reason for this is mainly because I found a bug in my breakfast which killed off my appetite instantaneously. An infestation of our dear anthropod friends must be very good for those who are planning to go on a diet, but since that I neither like the little six-legged critters nor plan to go on a diet, the incident has made the beginning of my day less-than-ideal.
Don't have yogurt while drawing. That is what I learned. I got peach yogurt on my sketch. Hopeless, aren't I? Absolutely.
Oh well, it's summer, I'm staying at home, if I get hungry I'll just find something to eat--after I've carefully inspected all sides of it.
CRASH! BANG!
That was how I woke up this morning. Another source of irritation. The garbage truck around here arrives at around 7:15 on Friday mornings which meant that, if you're planning to sleep ALL the way till 7:45 (see, I injected some irony for you) like I was, you get a rude awakening.
CRASH!
Cheep!
And the birds burst into song shortly afterwards. It's a beautiful day, so they have every right to cheep and twitter to their heart's content. I almost feel wistful that I can't be nearly as cheerful. Almost. I don't like bugs. I wonder if bugs can make you cheerful, but somehow that seems doubtful.
Another day another day.
Re: Kate--noted, that's why I said live "for" the present, not "in" the present. Human minds can't focus on one frame of time, but what the mind is living for...the idea, anyhow, is something to strive for.
Also, the ISH program that I'm in at Davis assigned its summer reading assignment and, guess what? It's ORYX AND CRAKE. So there's one less thing to think about.
That book is astonishingly depressing though.
Don't have yogurt while drawing. That is what I learned. I got peach yogurt on my sketch. Hopeless, aren't I? Absolutely.
Oh well, it's summer, I'm staying at home, if I get hungry I'll just find something to eat--after I've carefully inspected all sides of it.
CRASH! BANG!
That was how I woke up this morning. Another source of irritation. The garbage truck around here arrives at around 7:15 on Friday mornings which meant that, if you're planning to sleep ALL the way till 7:45 (see, I injected some irony for you) like I was, you get a rude awakening.
CRASH!
Cheep!
And the birds burst into song shortly afterwards. It's a beautiful day, so they have every right to cheep and twitter to their heart's content. I almost feel wistful that I can't be nearly as cheerful. Almost. I don't like bugs. I wonder if bugs can make you cheerful, but somehow that seems doubtful.
Another day another day.
Re: Kate--noted, that's why I said live "for" the present, not "in" the present. Human minds can't focus on one frame of time, but what the mind is living for...the idea, anyhow, is something to strive for.
Also, the ISH program that I'm in at Davis assigned its summer reading assignment and, guess what? It's ORYX AND CRAKE. So there's one less thing to think about.
That book is astonishingly depressing though.
20050707
Ranting: When Past Meets Future
They make such a big deal about it, you know. "u r goin 2b an adult now! like, OMG!" Right, very exciting, I'm sure.
It's funny, really. For the first part of our lives, most people spent it looking towards the future. Some people dream about the day when they can drive, stay up late, whatever. They dream of growing up. It is a slightly disillusioning point for most people because when you're grown up, half of the thing you want don't turn out quite as so wonderful as you imagined when you were little. For others, though, looking to the future is slightly more subtle. You spent the first half of your school year looking towards Christmas, and then the second half of it looking towards summer, and then you spent summer looking forward to each new movie/book/party that comes up and viola! You're back at square one with the cycle.
Where does it end? Does it ever end, really?
One might as well argue that one can't very well look into the PAST because what's done is done and it's all, well, in the PAST. I beg to differ. Most seniors spent the majority of their time looking into the past. If you've ever spent any length of time with someone over sixty you'd know that re-living the past glories is, for them, one of the best ways to spend their time.
Depressing perspective check (skip if psychologically necessary): Why do they look towards the past? Possibly because they no longer can find anything to look for in the future.
Between the stages then, there really is no in-between.
Let me clarify: We slide from one stage to the other (most of us, anyway; some of us just wander around aimlessly in a confused daze) without a transition. The psychological change must occur over a gradient, certainly, but the process itself is so subtle that you don't realize you're there until you're there.
My point is, however, on the importance of finding and walking that fine wire between the past and the future. Look a little bit into the future, of course, it gives you a little forbearance. (Did I even spell that remotely close to how it's suppose to be spelled?) Look a little bit into the past too, because it teaches you wisdom. What we should be LIVING for, though, is the present.
Let's be logical about this, shall we? The future is not strictly in your control. The future isn't strictly in any human's control. You may prepare for and influence it, but unexpected things can happen. Accidents occur. Absolute control over the future is not mutually inclusive with our present ways of existence. It's that simple. The past is not in our control either. What has happened has happened and there is to be a lapse in time. You can't change the past (though a good many would like to, I'm sure), you can "influence" your past (i.e. memory modification, most of us do it to some degree), but you can't change the facts, really (mental disorders aside, we're assuming for most normal people). Again, given our current state of existence (no time travel resulting in weird time paradox), the past is out of our hands.
But the present. Very malleable, it is. Very...ARBITRARY...if you know what I mean. Things happen in the present (I know, I know, 'no duh, Sherlock'). Take this in the context of all the other lovely things that I've been ranting about--I think most people KNOW but they don't fully SEE the significance of the present as the link between the past and the future. The present is the closest thing to the future that you can control, and the present will become the past instantaneously when the moment is past. Through present you can influence both the past and the future and, if that isn't enough, just stop thinking and FEEL for a moment.
You live in the present. You're alive in the present. You belong in the present.
Live for the present, my friends, live for the present.
It's funny, really. For the first part of our lives, most people spent it looking towards the future. Some people dream about the day when they can drive, stay up late, whatever. They dream of growing up. It is a slightly disillusioning point for most people because when you're grown up, half of the thing you want don't turn out quite as so wonderful as you imagined when you were little. For others, though, looking to the future is slightly more subtle. You spent the first half of your school year looking towards Christmas, and then the second half of it looking towards summer, and then you spent summer looking forward to each new movie/book/party that comes up and viola! You're back at square one with the cycle.
Where does it end? Does it ever end, really?
One might as well argue that one can't very well look into the PAST because what's done is done and it's all, well, in the PAST. I beg to differ. Most seniors spent the majority of their time looking into the past. If you've ever spent any length of time with someone over sixty you'd know that re-living the past glories is, for them, one of the best ways to spend their time.
Depressing perspective check (skip if psychologically necessary): Why do they look towards the past? Possibly because they no longer can find anything to look for in the future.
Between the stages then, there really is no in-between.
Let me clarify: We slide from one stage to the other (most of us, anyway; some of us just wander around aimlessly in a confused daze) without a transition. The psychological change must occur over a gradient, certainly, but the process itself is so subtle that you don't realize you're there until you're there.
My point is, however, on the importance of finding and walking that fine wire between the past and the future. Look a little bit into the future, of course, it gives you a little forbearance. (Did I even spell that remotely close to how it's suppose to be spelled?) Look a little bit into the past too, because it teaches you wisdom. What we should be LIVING for, though, is the present.
Let's be logical about this, shall we? The future is not strictly in your control. The future isn't strictly in any human's control. You may prepare for and influence it, but unexpected things can happen. Accidents occur. Absolute control over the future is not mutually inclusive with our present ways of existence. It's that simple. The past is not in our control either. What has happened has happened and there is to be a lapse in time. You can't change the past (though a good many would like to, I'm sure), you can "influence" your past (i.e. memory modification, most of us do it to some degree), but you can't change the facts, really (mental disorders aside, we're assuming for most normal people). Again, given our current state of existence (no time travel resulting in weird time paradox), the past is out of our hands.
But the present. Very malleable, it is. Very...ARBITRARY...if you know what I mean. Things happen in the present (I know, I know, 'no duh, Sherlock'). Take this in the context of all the other lovely things that I've been ranting about--I think most people KNOW but they don't fully SEE the significance of the present as the link between the past and the future. The present is the closest thing to the future that you can control, and the present will become the past instantaneously when the moment is past. Through present you can influence both the past and the future and, if that isn't enough, just stop thinking and FEEL for a moment.
You live in the present. You're alive in the present. You belong in the present.
Live for the present, my friends, live for the present.
20050706
Recap: Untitled
Spent the morning cleaning (or, at least, trying to clean) the harddrive of the laptop because it has contacted a most interesting mix of virus/spyware while mother was browsing online. That took...a substantial amount of time. Meanwhile...there's more packing and cleaning up to do even though I thought it was over (it obviously and apparently isn't). Went around until I got heartily sick of it and then I either go online and browse around or go and sketch/write something.
Creative therapy. Whee.
[edit 20:21]
I've added all the links to "Lunatics," as I have them. Some of the links may lead to places that have been neglected/shut down. If there was a new web journal created somewhere for that person, then I wasn't aware of it and if you'd be so kind, send me the link and I'll update it.
Creative therapy. Whee.
[edit 20:21]
I've added all the links to "Lunatics," as I have them. Some of the links may lead to places that have been neglected/shut down. If there was a new web journal created somewhere for that person, then I wasn't aware of it and if you'd be so kind, send me the link and I'll update it.
20050705
Recap: 18th 4th of July
Sorry, sorry, no I haven't died or had an accident yesterday.
Here is my summary of yesterday's events:
Yesterday was Lusine's birthday and we (Kate, Soniya, Christine and I) met at Lucy's place and her family drove us to this park where we stayed (i.e. goofed around) from ten-ish in the morning to five thirty-ish in the afternoon. Kateryna met us at the park. As for what we did, let's see now...
We walked, wandered, climbed (just Kate, though) around. Played frisbee (sp?), badminton, volley ball (skipped, I have no skills with it of whatsoever and thought I should avoid flying round objects), got mud on shoes and grass-stain on our clothes. Squirmed around on the air mattress and, in bursts of sugar (or sleep deprivation in the case of Kate)induced insanity, sang random things ranging for the appropriately patriotic "America the Beautiful", the national anthem, the Preamble to the unrelated Mary-Sue song, Disney songs, and the Arrogant Worms' songs one of which featured the burning down of the white house. It was...interesting, let's say. Had food...bread, waffles, barbecue, watermelon, cake. Watched bird eat Soniya's left over cake. Watched Lucy's cousin trying to "chop" down a tree (very cute). Chatted and acted weird some more. I stayed late at Lucy's place to watch the fireworks (which was, by the way, very awesome) and it was very strange to be there after six PM. Was introduced to DeviantArt.
Fun day. Thanks Lucy! Thanks everyone!
Oh yes, China's national anthemn...here's a translation of sorts:
Arise, all those refusing slavery,
let us, with our flesh and blood, fuse the next Great Wall.
The People's Republic of China has arrived at a perilous time
where everyone is forced to yield (forth) their last cry.
Arise! Arise! Arise!
We, as many as one,
against the enemy's fires
March forward.
Against the enemy's fires
March forward, march forward, march!
Photo will be on line by noon. Promise.
[edit 10 56:]
Have found the old pictures from when we went to watch Star Wars III and realized that because I'd left the focus in the wrong setting so all the pictures from that day are incredibly blurry--so much so that I have to scale them down to 150x200 pixel so you can tell what they are (that's why they looked okay to me in my LCD display). SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!
On a different note--something cool happened by coincidence. Lucy, on your 18th birthday...go and see which picture the 18th one turned out to be. :-) I was cracking up about it...what are the chances....
[edit 11 34:]
Just remembered--if you want a specific picture in all of it's 1600x1200 pixel glory (FYI I scale my pictures down to 400x300 so my internet won't die on me,) ask me because I may have it. (Planning to do some prints at Longs Drugs soon. Some day.)
Here is my summary of yesterday's events:
Yesterday was Lusine's birthday and we (Kate, Soniya, Christine and I) met at Lucy's place and her family drove us to this park where we stayed (i.e. goofed around) from ten-ish in the morning to five thirty-ish in the afternoon. Kateryna met us at the park. As for what we did, let's see now...
We walked, wandered, climbed (just Kate, though) around. Played frisbee (sp?), badminton, volley ball (skipped, I have no skills with it of whatsoever and thought I should avoid flying round objects), got mud on shoes and grass-stain on our clothes. Squirmed around on the air mattress and, in bursts of sugar (or sleep deprivation in the case of Kate)induced insanity, sang random things ranging for the appropriately patriotic "America the Beautiful", the national anthem, the Preamble to the unrelated Mary-Sue song, Disney songs, and the Arrogant Worms' songs one of which featured the burning down of the white house. It was...interesting, let's say. Had food...bread, waffles, barbecue, watermelon, cake. Watched bird eat Soniya's left over cake. Watched Lucy's cousin trying to "chop" down a tree (very cute). Chatted and acted weird some more. I stayed late at Lucy's place to watch the fireworks (which was, by the way, very awesome) and it was very strange to be there after six PM. Was introduced to DeviantArt.
Fun day. Thanks Lucy! Thanks everyone!
Oh yes, China's national anthemn...here's a translation of sorts:
Arise, all those refusing slavery,
let us, with our flesh and blood, fuse the next Great Wall.
The People's Republic of China has arrived at a perilous time
where everyone is forced to yield (forth) their last cry.
Arise! Arise! Arise!
We, as many as one,
against the enemy's fires
March forward.
Against the enemy's fires
March forward, march forward, march!
Photo will be on line by noon. Promise.
[edit 10 56:]
Have found the old pictures from when we went to watch Star Wars III and realized that because I'd left the focus in the wrong setting so all the pictures from that day are incredibly blurry--so much so that I have to scale them down to 150x200 pixel so you can tell what they are (that's why they looked okay to me in my LCD display). SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!
On a different note--something cool happened by coincidence. Lucy, on your 18th birthday...go and see which picture the 18th one turned out to be. :-) I was cracking up about it...what are the chances....
[edit 11 34:]
Just remembered--if you want a specific picture in all of it's 1600x1200 pixel glory (FYI I scale my pictures down to 400x300 so my internet won't die on me,) ask me because I may have it. (Planning to do some prints at Longs Drugs soon. Some day.)
20050702
Recap: Untitled
As penalty for visiting the library this morning, I was also dragged along for some last minute shopping (insect repellents, etc.). The day is quite warm and if I have any sense I'd be done stairs sipping something cold instead of here, upstairs and cooped up in my room.
Noted: I seem to have a lack of common sense.
Possible consequence: Parents will worry about my well-being as that I will be living away from home this fall.
Possible solution: Keep shush about this and hope that they won't notice anything that they haven't noticed already.
Okay, that was pure nonsense, the heat is definitely starting to get to me. Dehydration has been known to cause hallucinations, I hear, though I guess I normally do enough of daydreaming i.e. hallucination on my own as it is so I really have nothing to blame except myself and considering the fact that I'm just rambing on and on about nothing I should just stop do what my good sense, had I any, would dictate--leave my post and get something to drink.
Noted: I seem to have a lack of common sense.
Possible consequence: Parents will worry about my well-being as that I will be living away from home this fall.
Possible solution: Keep shush about this and hope that they won't notice anything that they haven't noticed already.
Okay, that was pure nonsense, the heat is definitely starting to get to me. Dehydration has been known to cause hallucinations, I hear, though I guess I normally do enough of daydreaming i.e. hallucination on my own as it is so I really have nothing to blame except myself and considering the fact that I'm just rambing on and on about nothing I should just stop do what my good sense, had I any, would dictate--leave my post and get something to drink.
20050701
Recap: Navy Seals
How it started:
[10:41] sceresian: thanks for the postcard!
[10:41] sceresian: I got it yesterday.
Caps: No prob. ^_^
Caps: Yeah.
Caps: Everyone did. xD
[10:41] sceresian: My first reaction was that the navy's out to recruit people again...
[10:41] sceresian: and then I saw the writing on the back
Caps: Hahahahah.
[10:41] sceresian: and went...wait...that doesn't look right.
Caps: xD
Caps: I should have done that.
Caps: "You have been chosen to join the navy."
Caps: "To get out of joining the navy, please press one now."
Caps: "To force someone else to join the navy, please press two now."
Caps: xD
[10:42] sceresian: First of all, Christine, (on a random note [to explain the link] Christine won 7th in her competition--congrats!) you need to learn to forge a more formal handwriting style.
[10:43] sceresian: lol
Caps: lol
Caps: Yeah, my chicken scratch just doesn't cut it.
[10:43] sceresian: First impressions. *cough*
Caps: Yeah....
Caps: ><
[10:44] sceresian: Well and the stamp...
Oh well. ^_^
Caps: lol
Caps: Hey!
[10:44] sceresian: navy people don't use stamp.
Caps: I was happy about getting that stamp.
Caps: It wasn't overpriced.
[10:44] sceresian: Lol...navy people are more along the lines of " okay we wrote this, now you send it."
[10:44] sceresian: Huh.
[10:44] sceresian: Somehow that sounds a bit like you too.
[10:44] sceresian: Scary.
Caps: lol
Caps: xD
Caps: I'm just like the navy.
Caps: ^_^
Caps: Only not.
The reaction when I relayed this information:
[10:45] sceresian: Christine's just like the navy, only not. =p
luna: as in she wants to take over the world?
Very nice, isn't it? LOL.
[10:41] sceresian: thanks for the postcard!
[10:41] sceresian: I got it yesterday.
Caps: No prob. ^_^
Caps: Yeah.
Caps: Everyone did. xD
[10:41] sceresian: My first reaction was that the navy's out to recruit people again...
[10:41] sceresian: and then I saw the writing on the back
Caps: Hahahahah.
[10:41] sceresian: and went...wait...that doesn't look right.
Caps: xD
Caps: I should have done that.
Caps: "You have been chosen to join the navy."
Caps: "To get out of joining the navy, please press one now."
Caps: "To force someone else to join the navy, please press two now."
Caps: xD
[10:42] sceresian: First of all, Christine, (on a random note [to explain the link] Christine won 7th in her competition--congrats!) you need to learn to forge a more formal handwriting style.
[10:43] sceresian: lol
Caps: lol
Caps: Yeah, my chicken scratch just doesn't cut it.
[10:43] sceresian: First impressions. *cough*
Caps: Yeah....
Caps: ><
[10:44] sceresian: Well and the stamp...
Oh well. ^_^
Caps: lol
Caps: Hey!
[10:44] sceresian: navy people don't use stamp.
Caps: I was happy about getting that stamp.
Caps: It wasn't overpriced.
[10:44] sceresian: Lol...navy people are more along the lines of " okay we wrote this, now you send it."
[10:44] sceresian: Huh.
[10:44] sceresian: Somehow that sounds a bit like you too.
[10:44] sceresian: Scary.
Caps: lol
Caps: xD
Caps: I'm just like the navy.
Caps: ^_^
Caps: Only not.
The reaction when I relayed this information:
[10:45] sceresian: Christine's just like the navy, only not. =p
luna: as in she wants to take over the world?
Very nice, isn't it? LOL.
Recap: las gentes de julio
Sorry about that Lucy. I don't know how else to give a detailed explanation in an organized fashion (especially since my usual style is wandering all over the place).
Looked at the college website for a bit and noticed that there're points where I'm not sure if the people are serious or if they're being sarcastic. However, considering that it's mainly the staff who wrote this, they're probably very much serious, which is scary.
After checking to see that we're definitely allowed plants in the dorms, I'd like to ask my friends to do me a favor in the way of a little project I have in mind.
I'd like everyone to send me a little bit of seed of some sort of small plant that can live in a pot (please...nothing like mint or chokeweeds...they'll take over the pot and kill off everything else). Hopefully you guys have my mailing address already. Yep, envelope.
I'm going to get a pot and plant a little bit of a lot of things with it and take it with me to college. Wonder what it might turn out like, but I thought it's sort of appropriate too, given my major.
Anyone willing to go along?
Looked at the college website for a bit and noticed that there're points where I'm not sure if the people are serious or if they're being sarcastic. However, considering that it's mainly the staff who wrote this, they're probably very much serious, which is scary.
After checking to see that we're definitely allowed plants in the dorms, I'd like to ask my friends to do me a favor in the way of a little project I have in mind.
I'd like everyone to send me a little bit of seed of some sort of small plant that can live in a pot (please...nothing like mint or chokeweeds...they'll take over the pot and kill off everything else). Hopefully you guys have my mailing address already. Yep, envelope.
I'm going to get a pot and plant a little bit of a lot of things with it and take it with me to college. Wonder what it might turn out like, but I thought it's sort of appropriate too, given my major.
Anyone willing to go along?
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