December 8th, 2001


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Dammit. people have the most annoying habit of messaging me JUST as I'm about to leave or shut down whichever chat program I have open. Then I feel obligated to talk to them for a few minutes.
Stupid chat programs. AIM, ICQ, Yahoo!, MSN... remnants of a time when I liked talking to seventeen people at once for hours and hours on end.
Now, sometimes, I just wanna delete them all. >_<
Maybe one day I will.
Then there will be nothing...
Just silence. Blessed silence.

Bah. If I know myself well enough, I'd last maybe a month, two months. Possibly even longer. But eventually, even if only for a short time, I will miss people. Because I do have personable moods, and while the species is most definitely one of the more worthless ones on the planet, there are times when people are amusing, even fun to be around.
However, once I've had my fill of the hairless monkeys once more, I shall return to my self-induced hermitage.

Though I have to wonder.. with this LJ, I have someplae to catalogue my thoughts and feelings on what happens in my little world. I have no reason to seek out the company of another human being and burden them with my opinions and actions.
Who needs people when you have a computer.
Now that I think about it, if I didn't chat so much, I'd get a lot done. I'd probably have a lot more of ML done, same for SA and CG3. Hmm.

I'd do it, but then I'd probably wind up never speaking to Michael ever again. Now, there are more people who, when I see their SN on the AIM popup, do not make me want to scream, but he's the only person I've met who can calm me down even when I am at my most antisocial.
Of course, since plans for the future involve trying to give up on him once and for all, perhaps cutting off communication wouldn't be such a bad thing.
It'd hurt like hell and I'd hate myself for it. But eh, that's nothing new.

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    Kid Rock - I Wanna Be A Cowboy


It appears Elfwood will go the way of the dinosaurs in due time... some might say it already has. And while I love Elfwood dearly, I would like a bit more feedback on my work. I'd also like critiques on the stuff for ML, or art that's not sci-fi, fantasy, or ML-related.

So I bring you this. And the people rejoiced muchly, no?
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    Utada Hikaru - Promise (English)


a picture of mistletoe. Yay. I was right in my guess of what it looked like - I feel special.
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    Utada Hikaru - Automatic (remix)

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I'm wearing makeup.
Nicole and I plan to go to memorial city mall, then freak out anyone who knows me. (I almost never wear makeup. *cackle*) some band people should be wrapping presents.
I did not sign up. Why not? I can't wrap worth shit. My mom is the absolute High Priestess of Gift Wrapping, and she was unable to teach me. I'm pretty certain I'd do them a disservice trying to participate.

To Do Today:

- Get most of my Christmas shopping done (when/if Nicole ever gets off the phone with her boyfriend)
- ink Michael's Christmas present.
- finish and scan in Kelsey's flyer for coloring
- finalize sketch for Mike's present.
And she finally got off the phone. I leave.

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I changed my mind about Michael's gift. If you bothered to click on the link I gave, you might've seen it. But I don't like it enough to give it to him. 'S all... blech.
I'mm draw him something else - something cooler than that.

And I got him a gag gift (I shall tell you what it is after I have given it to him). *giggle* He's either going to run away screaming, or turn bright bright red... *evil grin*
Or he might use it. Meep. O.O;;
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8 days into December and ML has already received more visits this month than it did during the entire month of September.
I feel special.

I was sitting at Starbucks (yeah, yeah. The root of all corporate evil and whatnot. Shaddup) thoroughly enjoying my apple cider (mmm...) and drawing what wound up being a prospect for Michael's Christmas present that I'm decently happy with, when all of a suddenly this lady comes up behind me and says:
"I'm sorry, but I just had to tell you! You have the most beautiful hair! My daughter does modeling, so does my son - a scout spotted them, and they were telling us about all the different things the companies looked for, and you could definitely model hair products!"
She went on about my hair for a good five minutes.
How the hell does one respond to that? I myself turned bright, bright red, sort of hunched down a little (my compliment reflex, remember?) and thanked her several times.

... on the other hand, I guess this validates my theory that my hair is my only good feature; therefore I should not cut it. Ever. Or at least until it starts hitting my knees (that'll take another year or two, I think).
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    The Cardigans - Love Fool