I work in a camp kitchen. It's my summer job. At the beginning of this summer I joked to my mom, 'So how many admirers you think I'll get this summer? ' We had a laugh.
It now appears that this one staffer, Mike, is crushing on me? Flirting, or something like that. (Not that -I'D- know anything about it, but that's what Kim, my almost-middle-aged co-worker, says. My brother, also a co-worker, agrees, and now Kate, my third co-worker, agrees.)
I'm not interested in Mike, BTW, and I realized
... it carries a terrible curse!
: o That’s bad!
But it comes with a free Diet Pepsi Max!
: D That’s good!
The Diet Pepsi Max is also cursed.
: ( That’s bad.
But it has no calories!
: D That’s good!
The Diet Pepsi Max contains potassium benzoate.
... that's bad.
(You can go home now!)
I am kidnapping ToM's header-bar idear and holding it for ransom. 8D
So I took advantage of the Target-Kongu sale and bought him! Then I saw that Lewa Phantoka was there, and still only $9.99. I was mildly worried that they might 'phase out' Lewa after stocking Gali, Tahu, and Onua, so I got him, too. ^^ Then I built him yesterday...
... and he looks like an insect.
I stood him up next to Kopaka Phantoka and Pohatu Phantoka. I'm surprised (but pleased at) how every one of them has d
It occurred to me that one's room or home may be much in resemblance to one's state of mind. This is just a little differenty than one's personality, characteristics, or personal likes or dislikes. If one is calm, content, at peace, or just plain happy, one's room is likely to be clean, organized, or arranged in such a fashion to match ('A place for everything, and everything it its place'), so that it could be classified as a 'calming' or 'contenting' room
If one's current mindset is harsh,
DC comiiiiiiic.....
I always did prefer DC over Marvel.
BIONICLE Comic #3: Triumph of the Toa
October 2001 Printing
$2.25 (But I got mine free with my LEGO mag haw!)
Part 3 of 3
Writer, Greg Farshtey
Penciller, Carlos D'Anda
Inker, Randy Elliot
Colorist, Peter Pantazis
Remember kids, these files are.png. Give 'em a minute or three to load themselves. And put down those scissors, for brick's sake!!
THIS IS HH'S FAULT. AGAIN.
This is the challenge issued; she had a score of 1802.8 seconds and invited people to go there to beat her. And I daresay, I have met her pain tolerance fourfold!
(That's not an additional challenge to you folks, or even an incentive... I now have four times less working brain cells than she!)
I heard that verse so many times that I began to hear English words in it. Little did we know that they're singing about oats, Jaffa, fences and crumbs!
Just a few minutes ago I was sitting here at my desk, doing my own thing-thing like I do every so often. Well actually, I had just gotten off Xbox Live and was hoping some of my friends were on Instant Messenger, but that's besides the point. The point is, I was minding my own business up here in my room when I caught a wiff of smoke!
I pretty much dropped what I was doing and started sniffing around. It smelled a bit like something was burning/melting, so my first thought was that one of the
So I couldn't draw if my life depended on it. SRSLY. But I mess with modeling clay. And when I say 'mess with it', I mean 'mess with it', because even though I've 'used' modeling clay for a few years now, I haven't really actually PRODUCED anything 'finished' or 'worthwhile'. Therefore I am not an artist. Or something. *Wut!*
BUUUT since I'm such a fangirl and all, and I see all these artist-people making Bionicle fanart and all, I, of course, find myself wishing I could make Bionicle fanar
So last night went to spread some cheer to my friend Kay on the instant messaging thingy. Instead, we became mortal enemies:
KKN_GN: It's Josie!
Senjo: Why, it's Kay!
Senjo: *runs up and hugs her firecely* ^^
KKN_GN : *eeek, is hugged fiercely*
Senjo : ^^
KKN_GN: *hugs back fiercely and challenges Senjo to a HUG BATTLE*
There was no way on Earth that I could turn down a challenge like that.
Senjo : *GASP*
Senjo : I accept!
Senjo : *sumo hug*
Kay was quick to retaliate:
KKN
In response to my first blog post, I have scanned the first Bionicle comic. And now I am putting the scans here, available for all of youse! (BEFORE SUNDAY, HH!)
'K folks, boring notes first. I have two copies of most of my older comics - including comic 1 - and these scans are from the better looking of the two! As you can tell, my comic has been abused well-loved. (I took it with me EVERYWHERE.) The cover is nearly falling off, there are more creases than you can count, and you can see the
I am now the proud owner of this blog!
It's HH's fault, it really is. XD Every other thing out of her, "You need a blog!"
"So I was doing this thing last night - "
"YOU NEED A BLOG!"
"Okay, I'll get one eventually, I - "
"ARE YOU A PM?"
"Yeah - "
"YOU NEED A BLOG!"
"But I wrote this up an - "
"Put it in the blog you don't have yet!"
Bless her heart! <3
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So last night I pulled out my special-edition copy of Bionicle Comic #1, wit
A few days ago I introduced you to Mike, a staffer at a camp where I work. Go read the entry if you're curious. =p
Mike and I ended up cutting towels in to washcloth-rags the other night, because the kitchen was totally out of them (and that's a Food Service Disaster!!) This process ended up making lots and lots of little fuzzies that landed all over our clothing. I brushed mine off, but Mike didn't, and he was covered in them.
Weeeeelll a few minutes later I was back in the kitchen helpin
This post is spoiler-free!
So first off, I just found my newest Bionicle Magazine with the last comic from this year (and this era of Bionicle). It's sitting right here.
*screams*
*breaths deeply* OK. I'm ok. I just needed to release all the excitement. An era is finally over. New one starts in January.
Now then, the whole point - LEGO, WHY do you use that sticky glue to attach the comic book to the inside of the magazine? can't you send it in a bag like you used to? The comic sti
The Cake is a Lie
Is a Spy
Is a Pie
Wears a Tie?
Has no Eye
Is a Guy
Is Not Rye
Cannot Sigh
Was Refried
Is Not Shy
Is Not Dry
Hits your Thighs
Can Imply
Not Deny
Thereby
Bansai
Shanghai
Chimi-Chimi-chungi
Ali-ali-ungi
toot toot!!
... I made a marble two-layer 9" round cake. Chocolate frosting betwixt, atop, and spread against the sides. Family-approved!
During the winter, I had this awesome idea for a short story. I had some dialogue planned out but it had to be preceded with narrative, so I sat down and pretty much drilled the narrative out. But I had to put my work down and do 'important things'.
I recently re-found this lil' story, because I had forgotten about it. I really like the narrative part! I had no idea I'd written all that. So I read it and liked it and was exciting to keep reading and then - the words on the page stopped!
I
I am perfectly calm about final exams this week. After all, I've been working hard, have great grades; they couldn't fall by much. And if I don't know the material by now, there's no use cramming, right?
WRONG.
*runs around in panic-circles screaming*
*reads textbooks, hard and frantic, until she needs a new eyeglasses prescription*
bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored booooooooooooooooooored!
Someone entertain meeeeeeeeeeeee
*does the banana dance* bananaanim.gif
No, wait... the DANIEL JACKSON DANCE. *plays Leekspin and does the UAV*
FIRST, you hold your arms out at your sides and run in circles. Next is the twirl 'n point, done most effectively at Colonel Jack O'Neill when you're mad at hi
Brian Drummond?
Voice of Onewa and Blurr!
Here??
And I'm gonna miss it. I'm not going to hear him talk candidly while he answers questions or signs his autograph whilst surrounded by interested peoples and adoring fans.
*dramatically collapses onto the fainting couch*
SUCH the disappointment!!
Grades are in.
A
A
A-
B+
3.77, oh happy day!
(I thought for sure the B+ would be a C!! WUT??)
Anyway, recap: I had been signed up for five classes at my University at the beginning of the semester, but one of them was awful. All but one of my classes were reading- and writing-intensive, and after two weeks of misery I finally dropped that one icky class.
It's a good thing I did, too, because if I HAD kept it, all my grades would have suffered horrible fates. But now I have pro
