Oh, God. Nichole, you're not going to believe this. Inspired by the discussion at Ali's LJ about old stories, I decided that I would try to set up a 'hall of ancient horrors' in which I collected all the lame, wincingly bad stories I'd written and stupidly submitted to various websites when I was 12 and 13. I found, by putting my old name into google, that someone had put the entire webpage I made for Who Am I?, minus the images by Kristen, on their fanfic page. Now, when I say minus the images, I mean that the images were in the pages, but they were broken--I guess the person didn't upload them. Too bad, Kristen! XD

Man, that's nuts. I found several other gems, too. And by gems I mean 'crap.'

Goddamn, sometimes I amaze myself.

Hey, Tengu, here's the Wrey I was talking about. Sorry, I can't draw wings--head or otherwise. X3;

New Karma.

"in all honesty, i've loved every part of this story so far." (from a Claris feedback form)
I know (hope? n_n) that I would probably keep writing even if I never got any feedback on my stories (though if I were told they sucked I might be discouraged... :3;;), but hearing something like this once in a while is an awfully good motivator.

My mom's obsessed with American Idol. In fact, when we went out to dinner last night, there was a TV in the room in which we were eating. Mom started freaking out about us not getting home in time to see the episode, so Dad turned on the TV for her and we filled in the other couple in the room about what the show was about. XP

There's some magic in arriving at such precise numbers in mere seconds, merely by clicking the mouse. I don't think I will ever get over it."

I totally agree. X3;

I tried to force myself to bed at a decent hour last night. Although I like to wake up and immediately have my meat, I dislike waking up at 11:30 or 12 or (GOD FORBID) 1. It just makes me feel like a lump, especially since I never get any work done late at night anyway. If you're a late night worker, that's cool for you, but I run out of steam late at night and can't do anything requiring excessive brainmeats (like writing or drawing or making webpages). That's all done in the mornings and the afternoons.

But anyway, I didn't get any sleep. -_-;; And now all the Otakon people are gone till Monday. Alas.

But I do love Leliel. I think I want this computer to be my lifemate. You just have no idea how big the gap is between her and Malfactor, unless you've actually USED Malfactor, of course. But let me give you a statistical comparison:

Malfactor: Space: 1 gig. Leliel: 80 Gig.
Speed: 133 mHz processor Leliel: 2 GIGAHERTZ processor
RAM: 46 MB Leliel: 256 MB

Also Leliel has sound, and good speakers, and a microphone, and a CD writer. Also her screen is a 15 inch flat panel monitor, which is so much brighter and clearer than Malfactor THAT IT MAKES MY EYES HURT.

I don't have to BEAT ON her keyboard to get the letters to show up, either. And the mouse is optical, so I can't gunk it up.

People, you just have no idea. If the scanner was hooked into her, she would be, in my mind, the world's most perfect machine. =P

Okay, Leliel has everything Malfactor has (that I needed) EXCEPT the scanner and its related software. So I still have to do that kind of thing on him. But I installed my older version of Netscape on Leliel (and it is a very old version, but I love the simple editor packaged with it), and with that and AIM and WS_FTP and Word, I'm ready to go. n_n Plus all the files I backed up before I left for vacation. Leliel is only missing a few of the newer things that I made since I've been back. Woo. n_n Now I am drained, and the nervousness about somehow damaging her is kicking in. She's an expensive machine, she is. -_-;

WOO, Leliel is here and running and she is AWESOME like an AWESOME THING what is so TOTALLY AWESOME!!

Sorry, I'm excited. Eee! Eee! EEE!

Well, friends are good too. Especially when they read your writing. :) Friends, writing, and cats. And coke, and meat. Good things. X3

I sketched the next two pages of Karma and wrote the dialogue for several more. I finished typing the massive amount of text in my notebook (finding it to be over 5000 words) and, though I don't have the energy tonight, am eager to start writing in the notebook again, since I'm getting to the stuff that (I think) is really interesting.

What in this world is better than writing? Nothin', that's what.

"We're gonna get our faces eaten!"

Ahh, Pete & Pete was/is such a delightfully weird show. I think it influenced my younger writing more than I realized. I'm glad it's showing on this channel, Noggin. Does anyone else get this channel? It has a ton of old, neat programs on it (like Pete & Pete) and some other stuff I've never heard of before (like this Aussie show Being Eve). It's got Daria, too. Cool.

Nichole tells me that 37 people downloaded that zip file of my old crap, which means that 36 people have to die. Come on then, give me your names! I'll get you, I swear it. =P

Now I will talk of my Japanese-y experience. I went to Sekisui restaraunt (I think that's how you spell it...) with Ali, Laris, Emiko and her man Lee. I remind all of you that this is my first time at a Japanese restaraunt, and my first time eating Japanese food, so I was a little surprised when I saw my friends taking off their shoes to sit down at the table (not that I minded; I like being barefoot. I think I'd walk around naked if I weren't so hideously ugly). The table was elevated, with steps leading up to two benches on which comfortable mats were placed for sitting. Or, as Laris says, kneeling style with optional legroom. X3

Then I realized that there were no forks, only chopsticks. I was, of course, the only person who did not know how to use chopsticks, but forks came with the salad. I commandeered all of them, which I assume was fine since the others were skillfully eating with the chopsticks. =P I got chicken teriyaki, which was tasty meat, and also came with tasty broccoli and tasty rice. Yes, I love broccoli. The dish also came with a clear soup, the name of which I could not spell even if it meant my life, that was most excellent. Except for the mushrooms, which I happily gave to Ali. It was all very tasty, and I got a look at the sushi, though I did not eat any. ^_^; I think if I ever go there again I'll get the beef teriyaki, because I had some of Laris's beef (and managed to use a pair of chopsticks to do it) and it was also tasty.

Besides that it was just fun. While I'm sure I made a dork of myself as I always do in social situations, I had a great time. I love being with Emiko, Ali and Laris, and Lee was a nice guy too. X3

... In fact, now that I think of it, I can't remember any time when I was with Ali and Laris, or when I was with just Emiko (and Mandy) that I felt hurt, depressed, or particularly left out. By particularly, I mean that I always inevitably feel some kind of weird when I'm in a group, no matter what (despite liking social outings... I know, I'm just a freak), but with them I never felt like they were deliberately ignoring me or leaving me out. In other words, I've never felt unwanted. Which is nice.

Woo, thunder again. o_o You know, I like rain and whatnot as much as the next fellow, but this is getting a bit ridiculous. Anyone living in/around Memphis that's reading this surely knows what I mean.

It looks like my room-mate might be a sorority girl. Joy.

BRAD: (to Justin) Why didn't you request off (for the Weezer concert)?
JUSTIN: Because I forgot.
ME: Because he's a lazy fuck.

BRYAN: (sitting on his ass at his computer)
ME: (getting the door with Mom all night) (to Bryan) Lazy whore.

I don't know why, but Bryan's friends always bring out the 'mean' in me. Maybe because they never stop talking when I'm trying to watch some Adult Swim (which they came over to watch in the first place).

This is a neat site for that old rhyme about the traits received from being born on different days of the week. If you don't know the day of the week you were born in, just put in everything else and it will tell you--along with which line of the poem corresponds. As I think I've said before, I'm Wednesday's child, and full of woe. =P

What the... hey, Nichole, what are all these photos in the zip file? :3; This from a vacation you took or something? :B;
And I was twelve when I started the story, but thirteen when it was done. ::pokes thru zip:: Did you scan -all- the pages? o_O That's a lot of work y0. X3;

...ugh, man, this story is painful to read. It hurts so much I have to smile.

Course I'm interested. But I'll murder anyone else who downloads that file :)