Somebody hit me if I post one more quiz...

Your element is Light. Your heart is pure and
shining with love. You believe in the goodness
of those around you and give almost everyone a
smile. You are not the kind to hide your
happiness and tend to smile all day long, both
in and out. But when sadness hits you, you
become very devastated and may be upset for
quite some time. What you need in your life is
friends, friends who will love you
unconditionally, like you love them. But you
have a naive nature and don't always notice
when someone is trying to hurt you. Some would
say you are oblivious to mean people, which
makes you an easy target. However, your true
friends will probably be there for you and save
you. In school you are either the popular one
or the little weird one. It all depends if
"the higher people" find your caring
side irritating or not. Nevertheless, you have
a bubbly personality and are social. Big partys
may not be your thing since you want bonding
time with your friends, so slumber-partys fit
you more. You like the happy things in life and
like everyone else to be as happy as you are.
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What is your element? [with pics + 7 outcomes + detailed answeres!]
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"OMG!! Who knows 'Midnight Train to Georgia'!?!?

Mood: Stupendous!!
Music: Gladys Knight & The Pips - Midnight Train to Georgia
On the side... Marilyn Manson - Personal Jesus

So Mikey is going to be Oberon, King of the Faries in our production of A Midsummer Night's Dream! How exciting!! I nearly swooned lastnight thinking about how gloriusly sexy he's going to be after I do his costume & makeup! (Not that he isn't already. I just kind of have... a thing... for guys who wear makeup. Hot DAMN!) Anyways... (bear in mind that we're targeting this towards a grade nine audience and takes place in a club otherwise known as The Enchanted Wood.) I see a dark, perhaps charcoal grey pinstripe suit with expensive(-looking) black shoes and a black button-up shirt with a brilliant white neck tie (preferably silk). The costume would be worn all studly-like with the suit open and the shirt not tucked in. And now for the best part... his makeup would be boarderline-gothic only done in aubergene (a very dark, rich purple) with a streak of the same colour in his hair. So that's: lipstick, foundation (pale, and perhaps of the shimmering variety), eyeliner, eyeshadow, maybe even mascara!! And just a hint of blush so it looks like he's on E or something... and also, because Oberon's kind of a sex god it makes sense for him to look flushed. I'm toying with the idea of penciling in an intricate ivy-like pattern around his eyes... but he has to go from being Oberon to that other dude (Theseus? Bah! Who cares! Not sexy enough!!) in about a minute. Which gets in the way just a little bit.
I can just picture it now... the sweeping entrance of Oberon and Titania... they lock gazes with such intensity that nearly burns the place to the ground!!! They grow ever closer without saying a word - Titania is suddenly still, standing her ground, yet Oberon still advances, paces slowly around the back of her, perhaps just once running his fingers through her long, sumptous hair... their gazes never faltering, THEN: "Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania."

*phew*... Give me just a minute here to catch my breath!!
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I've pretty much wanted to marry that play ever since I cracked it open way back in the day. I'm also just a closet drama Geek. (With a capital 'G' and everything!!)

Anyways. The song up on my list there (the former) makes me need to be in a musical. Real bad. Baby! OH! I'm on my KNEES!

Now I leave you. With another quiz.

You kill for
revenge.
That is because you have lost something or
someone you held very dear. Now you can't seem
to get over the loss that marked your soul, and
the only solution is to go after the one person
who brought all this pain to you. Chances are
you are angry inside and you bottle everything
up and don't talk to anyone about it. People
may want to help, but you think that they can
never understand your pain and only get
frustrated because of this. But it is important
to see all that you have left and be thankful
of that even if you have lost something great.
It may not be true that Times heals all wounds,
but with time and talking about your feelings,
maybe the hurt will ease.

Main weapon: Yourself
Quote: "You can close your eyes to
reality but not to memories" -Stainslaw J.
Lec
Facial expression: Gritted teeth and
teary eyes

What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
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Yeah, bitch.

tehehe!

CELL my Soul.

Mood: contented
Music: Grease - Summer Lovin

So tonight at CELL I am leading the Bible study. I have never read the Bible... and I have lost the instructor's book that tells me what to do. Which might be a problem... *innocent whistle*
Right now we're doing Daniel, who's a pretty cool guy that has dreams and stuff. Lastnight I had a dream that I was in the Disney version of Beauty and the Beast which aside from Sin City is pretty much my favourite movie ever! (I also had a fever which may have made me mildly delirious.) Anyways, I was Belle and I remember I was really happy after the curse was lifted because the Beast is actually pretty hot. But then I woke up.

Anywho. In celebration of the Good Book, i give you: A Quiz


You are Revelation.


Which book of the Bible are you?
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Happy Happy Happy!

Mood: blah
Music: Hot Hot Heat - no, not now

I am sick. And it sucks. And Sears is over. That also sucks. I had a rubgy game today - it rained AND snowed. Which sucked. And also, we lost. ...You get the picture.

Now to end this happy day on a happy note, here is a happy, happy quiz:



You are sad because of your grief


Why are you sad? [amazing pictures] For darker people
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Ta Da. ;-)

Make a Me!

How to make an Anneliese

Ingredients: 1 part anger 5 parts crazyness 5 parts ego

Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add caring to taste and a dash of emotion! Enjoy!

I was bored, okay?

My neck hurts.

Mood: psyched
Music: closer soundtrack - can't take my eyes off of you (<3<3<3!!!)

When I got home today I tried skateboarding across my back room, but then I tripped over an N64 controller and landed on a jazz guitar. Because that's just how bloody cool my house is. ...Why do I live here?

And so I spent the last few days strutting my stuff in Bradford, Ontario. ...Yeah. Bradford. Their town mascott is a large carrot named "Gwilly", in honour of a carrot festival held annually. (...Why don't I live in Bradford?!!?) If you are coming from North York and you turn off the big highway into town (just past the large illustration of Gwilly) you will pass a weird looking house that I want to live in. Right now it looks as if it's either abanoned or housing a lady-to-cat ratio that looks something like 1:500, but believe you me, it would make one bitchin' haunted house!

Anyways we were there with Waiting for the SEARS drama festival regionals! We didn't actually stay in Bradford though, due to Bergen' s allergy to any highschool student who isn't her own and her unwant to stay in a hotel crammed with multitudes of them. We stayed in a charming area in North York.
"Where's your hotel?"
"About two blocks away from Jane & Finch."
"...Don't go outside."
Though unlike previous years the rooms were nice and the contenental breakfast hailed from a familiar contenent. The stay was enjoyable, except on the second day we witnessed a busload of french people pull up and a little part of me died... bad memories, I suppose.

But now: Our Performance.

Freaking AMAZING!!!!!!!

I hadn't really touched a lighting board since Feburary but this Greg guy, who was like Obe Wan Kenobi to my Luke Skywalker, helped me out alot. Which is a good thing seeing as I didn't know what the eff I was doing. Once again the tech rehersal was crap, but come performance time I did that thing that I do where I almost flip out and then ask Derek a ton of questions to which I already know the answer, and then the audio starts and I get all into the force business, where I dont think about what I'm doing and I shut my eyes and I hear a cue and I open them just in time to see the lights go on and the sound go off in divine unison. And then I sit back and think about how amazing I am.

I think by the time Waiting went on the audience was about ready for something more lighthearted, so all it took for a laugh was the curtians to reveal a twelve-foot "PLEASE TAKE A NUMBER" sign and a huge red ticket dispenser. The cast had the audience eating out of their hands, and definately if the audience was adjudicating we would have advanced, but we got this old boring guy instead and we didn't. But I'm happy anyways because the performance was flawless and we certianly didn't put anyone to sleep - they were on their feet, which only happened a couple of times. YAY!

And then there was a rockin' dance with AC DC and Bergen got down and showed us her moves! And it made my night! And I'm tired of writing now. But I'll leave you with some quotes that mean absolutely nothing to you because you're not me which makes you an outsider:

"OH MY GOD! Jesus is my FAVOURITE!"

-Benita

"If food was in the form of men I would be in love."

-Mal

"How d'ya open this bitch?"

-Mary (on the cot)

Ta Da

..the fun continues

Mood: content
Music: green day - holiday

As you see I am amongst the most creative of writers. But having a computer define my social status was not the ONLY thing I got done in class -- Oh no! On the same site I also found a powerful and mysterious LoVe CoMpAtIbiLiTy TeStEr!!!

Oh yes I did. And now, being the heartbreaker I am, I'm going to reveal how much I love people - using their real first names, of course. I'm all about the authenticity!

Mikey = 64%
Megs = 64%
Charlotte = 15%
Spunki = 61%
Amy = 51%
The Russian = 64%
Whoremonger = 41%
Fabio = 51%
Christopher = 62%
Nick Nick = 51%
Brother of the Fab = 51%
Elijah Wood = 69%
Jake Gyllenhaal = 74%

Which means I mostly love all of you except the ones that suck. Like Charlotte. I dunno what happened, baby.

But more than anyone I love Joe.

Joe likes porn.

Joe owns 1984 by George Orwell on tape.

Joe and I are 95% compatible.

Ta Da.

This is what I did in Creative Writing today

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Looky Here!

I just downloaded Bearshare. I have a total of three files on it now. The funny thing is that Jack Johnson got a hit before Green Day did. Hehehe.

Music: Better Together - Jack Johnson

Ta Da.

Virus Gone.

Mood: peachy

Somebody spank me, for I have come to the relization that I am a very naughty, mixed-up little girl. Allow me to explain.

On Friday I went to see pretty much the best movie ever, Sin City, with Mikey and the ever-wonderful Christopher who came to join us all the way from Erin. Now. I was on the EDGE of my SEAT for 124 glorius minutes mostly because it was the best movie I've ever seen, but also partially due to the fact that Elijah Wood is in it and hot damn! ...what I wouldn't give for a piece of that!


...But here's where it loses it's innocence, folks. It's not so much Elijah that had me salivating like a starving daschund in a sausage factory, but, ehh... it was more his character. Who is a, shal we say, 'confused individual'. Yes, a confused individual... who happens to eat people(!!!)--But he's just so damn sexy with those glasses and that weird sweater and those piercing, soul-devouring eyes...

ahhhhhhhhhhh. <3

blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

a hostile takeover... an evil alien computer virus has infiltrated my pc... am forced to opterate on safe mode... musn't. give. into. mighty awesome powers of annoyance!!!

good gawd will somebody save my baby?!?

Farther

Mood: melancholy
Music: Air - Playground Love

I don't know why I'm feeling depressed right now. Perhaps it's because I've only been listening to Sarah Mclachlan for the past week. Maybe it's because sally's here. Maybe it's because last month at this time I was on a 100% completely bitch-free continent (well, except for Monaco). Or, maybe it's because I just watched Closer.

If, at this moment in time, I was granted with the liberty to stab one person in the neck it would most definately be Jude Law's character, Dan, the manwhore. (Kinda like someone I know.)
Anyways, that whole storyline was essentially fucked (no pun intended) and weird, and slutty, and gross, and at the same time strangely satisfying. But still fucked and weird and slutty and gross. (Kinda like someone else I know. ...Without the satisfaction part.) But none the less I was moved to the point of wanting to stab someone in the neck, and that's audience reaction if nothing else.

la la la.

It's the end of the world as we know it.

Mood: excellent
Music: Jack Johnson - Better Together

Well ladies and gents, as my title has indicated, it is the end of the world as we know it. Mikey and Spunki have sparked my involvment in their revolting freak show otherwise known as HotOrNot.com.

Me? That shallow? No, not at all really. I just hate being left out of things. But you gotta admit, I'm pretty sexy.



Total Hottie

If you would like to vote on this total hottie, you may do so here.

***

My day was superb. Eighteen girls showed up to rugby practice today, which meant that I, a wing, had to do a whole lotta other things including just as much if not more ripping than the forwards. And I ripped! Ripped like there was no tomorrow! I ripped that ball like a hungry warewolf snatching a plump baby. And I'm just going to say that if Mrs. Knighten was harbouring any doubt about putting me on the A list I pretty much extinguished it then and there. Woo hoo!

...I like being a back because your opposition lines up to face you. And there's nothing that pleases a bitchy Anneliese more than being presented with a line of girls to knock over.

Then we went to see Vigil, which satisfied me and I knew I got my money's worth. However, one thing that was less than satisfying was Bitchface tagging along where she wasn't wanted. No matter, though. I'm done with turning the other cheek, so I put her in her place... One thing I don't like about that girl is that you have to talk to her as if she's retarded for her to comprehend a damn thing, and even when she does comprehend something (for example, that she is not welcome to join my friends and I) she's either too thick or too stupid to do anything about it. Oh well. Some people just suck like that.

So all in all I had a good day.

The end.

ooga booga

Mood: unenthused
Music: Sarah Mclachlan - Fallen

My cult is coming over tonight. It's not that I'm unenthused because of them or anything. It's more that I got up at 6:00 today to go to school and do approximately seven and a half hours of nothing. Which sucked.

...Anyways, in honour of my guests I've set aside many hours of grueling mathematical decipherment, drug experimentation, and spiritual enlightenment to give you: The Gematriculator.

That's down a whole percent since October. I guess righteousness of the soul doesn't come quickly, but hey, them Christians are makin' their progress - A whole percent of it!

***

I love those three little dots. Now I have the liberty to talk about anything and nobody can do a thing about it. Hahaha!

I remember sociology, and the seven prime emotions. Or ten. Whatever, I forget. Anyways, you mix them together to get other emotions, such as Fear + Anticipation = Anxiety.

However, I've noticed some others, Ie.

Hungry + Fat = Guilt

Bored + Energetic = Stupid

Alive + Male = Horny

Just some observations.

ta da.

Hot Tamale

Mood: enlightened
Music: Radiohead - Creep

*swoon*

...Someone tell me that a skinny boy wearing makeup isn't possibly the most delicious thing I've ever seen.

ta da!

Musings

Mood: bored
Music: the white stripes - we're going to be friends

OH, YES!!!!!!!

Just this passing Thursday Charlotte and I were happily discussing our plans to buy some brand-spankin'-new flip flops-- and if that's not excitement enough, we then conversed about the joys of wearing flip flops, and our imminent plans to do just that.

Nature heard us. ...Nature is a spiteful hag. (That picture was taken a couple hours ago. It is now snowing again.)

Anywhoo. Moving on.

Lastnight I went disco-bowling. It wasn't very fun, because aside from the fact that I bowled a 10 in my entire first game, halfway through the second game I felt really dizzy and started hallucinating that the bowling balls caused a splash-like wave of disco colour to erupt from the lane every time someone bowled. I think there were something like 30 lanes and each one was full. Weeee!

Ever since the famine I've been eating everything in sight (including, I am proud to announce, a dippin' strips pizza), which is fine because the more I weigh the less likely I am to get killed by some big butch rugby player... but I still have that itsy little dress to fit into come formal time. What is a girl to do? Honestly. I know I am perfectly capable of losing weight, however this time I don't have the luxury of being depressed to the point where I lack the will to eat, therefore making resistance a hell of a lot tougher. Dammit.

Anyways... that's my life for you. This morning I watched five of my peers get saved by Christ (with a little help from Pastor Brian) which was very cool, but at the same time a nagging little reminder that I'm not "in the club". A distant cousin to their happy family, if you will. In other words, I'm goin' to hell. I don't know what I have against baptism, really... I truly enjoy CELL and Church and the Bible and I'm undeniably a better person for it - but I still have some desire to keep myself distanced, which makes absolutely no sence because I hate feeling alone more than anything else... I hate that about myself, it's so awkward. All I really want in life is to find a real best friend and love and safety, but ever since I was little with my mother and stuff, and especially now after what happened with Derek I'm stuck with that deep-rooted fear of being close to anyone. Maybe even God.

Gah! Too many feelings for one day!

ta da.

What is THIS?!?!?!

Mood: bitchy
Music: The Cure - Love Song

It is April. APRIL!!!!!!! This sucks:



No one says it like this kid in my Grade two class who'd already failed a couple times:

"Here come them flyin' boogers again."

And how.

(ta da)

Dippin' goodness!

Mood: irritable
Music: Jewel - Jupiter

I am having the most intense craving for pizza right now than I've ever had in my whole entire eighteen years of being -- how perfect that I'm currently on hour 26/30 of 30 hour famine, therefore making hot, delicious, heavenly pizza my own personal forbidden fruit. (Not that I could even afford any hot, delicious, heavenly pizza if I was at liberty to consume such goodness anyways-- HUMPH!!)
My favourites would have to be plain and simple, hot and ready pizza from Little Caesars, and pizza with pineapple, bacon, and extra cheese from New Orlean's. New Orleans definately strives for quality in their pizza-making, and they always apply those toppings just right, but when it comes down to those crucial moments when nothing will satisfy you except a simple, classic, pepperoni pizza, Little Caesar's is most definaltey the place to go.
Now to contradict myself, what I could really go for right now is a dippin' strips pizza from Pizza Hut. You see, Pizza Hut and I have a love/hate relationship. It goes back to when they had that pizza with layers of cheese in the crust, and I bugged my mom for a month to order one, and finally I was really good so she did. However, to make sure I was extra hungry and appreciative, she waited untill six o'clock to order the pizza. The pizza then arrived at nine. Cold, disgusting, and a shameful excuse for a 'large'. Needless to say, my pizza-loving spirits were crushed and I vowed never to return my eating affairs to the trecherous Pizza Hut ever again.
However. In the early days of Febuary, 2005, Pizza Hut and I came to the end of what was a bitter feud, as my friend Shannon Fah had introduced me to the dippin' strips, reuniting me at long last with an old friend--

Dammit, I'm hungry!!!!