*Door creaks*...

Copy from here, and then answer the questions in a comment and re-post the EMPTY questions in your own journal.

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
2) What was your dream growing up?
3) What talent do you wish you had?
4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
5) Favorite vegetable?
6) What was the last book you read?
7) What zodiac sign are you?
8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
9) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
28) Do you believe in ghosts?
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30) Do you swear a lot?
31) Biggest pet peeve?
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
34) If you could live anywhere in the world where would you chose?
35) Do you believe in God?
36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

I have this pet. It's a peeve, and its name is I Very Much Dislike Compulsive Liars. I know. It's a long name. I apologize. That's the thing about peeves. When you get one as a pet, it's automatically named. You can't rename it because that'll just cause a whole lot of confusion for the poor thing and you might just end up having to bring it to a pet psychiatrist. But seriously though. Like, when someone tells three people three different things about one thing in particular.... especially when that someone has a pet peeve by the same name (which is just like aNOTHER peeve I have as a pet, named Hypocrisy; it's much easier to say than I Very Much Dislike Compulsive Liars, but the two often meet and hang out with each other), they irritate my little peeve.

Most of the time, my peeves are very well behaved creatures. But every now and then, one or two of them might start acting up. Lately, I Very Much Dislike Compulsiver Liars and his friend Hypocrisy have been getting slightly out of control and it's really bugging me. I don't know how to calm them down, except for the fact that I would like other people to stop irritating them so much. Then again, those who irritate the both of them probably won't even realize it, because they've bugged Hypocrisy so much that they don't even realize anymore when they do. C'est la vie, I guess. I just hope that whoever else it might effect, they react okay and realize that stupid people who bother those two pet peeves of mine aren't worth the energy or stress.

By the way. I love my friends more than I love my life and I would do anything for them. The world would be such a better place if everyone was behaved more selflessly. :)

I haven't written in my livejournal for a lonnnnng time, so I'm going to break that little tradition by copying a blog I wrote.

Sometimes I feel like I am the only one in the world who truly loves friends. The strength of the love for a soulmate cannot be described, no matter how hard 99% of poets and "poets" have tried. It's just too deep, too full of emotion to be put into words. The love between friends, though different, is equally as powerful, but unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) is pathetically neglected in the world of poetry, and the world itself. People too easily accept that friends just come and go, so that friends seem less important.

I also feel like I'm the only one in the world who follows that, no matter what a friend does to upset me, there's no way I could ever turn my back on them and abandon them, or even be temporarily mad at them. I would feel too guilty, too upset at myself, too caring, and too sorry for them to do so. I also think that, perhaps, I'm just too needy to let go of anyone. I don't understand how some people can so easily walk away from a friendship, especially those that seem certainly inseparable. Yet I've seen it happen.

Friendship is supposed to be selfless and giving, but for someone to walk away from it, that usually means that one did not receive what he/she wanted from the friendship. How selfish is that?? If a friendship were based on what each would receive, it's bound to end, just as any other kind of relationship. Friends are supposed to push each other forward, to help each other become better people, to make them stronger.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately, or maybe even for the past few years. I decided to write down some random quotes about friendship that I've heard, know, or pulled from random sources here and there.

"The strongest relationships are when one always feels in debt to the other."
- my hs bio teacher, Coach Hutch 

"There are no such things as strangers; only friends we haven't met yet."

"I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends."
- Walt Whitman

"Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart." (notice, this one says "Many people..." and not "Many friends..."; poor Eleanor is too often misquoted)
- Eleanor Roosevelt

"No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever."
- Francois Mocuriac

"A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature." "The only way to have a friend is to be one."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"One who looks for a friend without faults will have none."

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
- Anais Nin

"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."

"Truth and tears clear the way to a deep and lasting friendship."

"My best friend is the one that brings out the best in me."
- Henry Ford

"No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow."
- Alice Walker
(The previous 2 quotes are just... eerily true that they almost make me shiver)

"If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I should hope to have the guts to betray my country."
- E. M. Forster

"Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away - and leaves behind only silence."
- Pam Brown

"Men kick friendship around like a football and it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it falls to pieces."
- Anne Lindbergh

"When I needed you most when I needed a friend, you let me down now like I let you down then."
- Blink 182

"It's no good trying to keep up old friendships. It's painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it."
- W. Somerset Maugham

I can't seem to get myself to believe that last quote, but if it's the truth, I'm having a terrible time accepting it. Perhaps I am one of the 0.01% of the people on this planet who is like that, and sometimes I wonder if anyone gives me the same in return. Whether anyone does or not, though, makes no difference.

Whether you have been a part of my life and have chosen to walk out, you will always be a part of me. No matter what happens to you, no matter what you do, no matter where you go or where you are, no matter how much you do or do not try to hurt me, you are and always will be my friend. Once my friend, always my friend. If you choose not to speak to me for decades, and you feel the world has abandoned you, I'm here for you to fall back on, to give you strength, and to push you forward.

To you, all of my friends, whether you are still friends with me or not, no matter what you do to keep me or push me away, whether my love for you is equally returned, partially returned, or even completely unrequited, "This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendship to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, love to complete your life."

I love being finished with school.

I love vacations.

I love the feeling of relaxation after working my butt off.

I love laughing.

I love hearing people laugh.

I love friends.

I love reading.

I love playing my flute.

I love music.

I love nature.

You know what, I just love life.

I've had quite possibly the most wonderful semester, even with all the stress. I don't think I did as well in my classes because I seriously had to stretch myself out thin - I had the choice of either having a few great grades and a few horrible grades, or getting mediocre grades (almost) all the way across. I don't like neglecting anything, so I chose the latter. But despite that, and despite the fact that the beginning of the school year started off a bit shakey, this semester has by far been the most positive. I think that one's enjoyment of life is determined by the way one handles situations and events. You can take them as being the end of the world and struggle through it hopelessly, or you can take them as just being parts of life and struggle through it knowing you'll be HAPPY when it's over.

Dear Mr. Jack Thompson,

I know of your argument for the negative effects that video games have on our current youth. Video games are vicious temptations that feed people's lust for violence and sexual promiscuity. You can see it today: all the crimes that have been caused because of what people see on video games. Kinda like... uhm... oh, yeah, that one case of suicide was caused by... that one game... with... suicide, in it....

As much as I totally agree with your argument, I feel that your view is a little bit incomplete. What about the *positive* effects that video games have? After all, Frogger has greatly influenced me into guiding helpless frogs across the street and through ponds over logs and alligators.

~Melissa~

Today there was a car show at Kristina's church. We of course went. The only sad thing was the fact that, last year when we went, her parents were there too, and her dad could tell us all the stuff we were looking at under the hood of a car. The only things we know now (on our own) are:

1) Not everything under the hood of a car is called an "engine." Google Image Search was nice enough to tell me that.

2) The round filtery looking thingy is not called a carburetor. It's actually called an air cleaner, hence the reason why it looks filtery. *ahem*

3) When in doubt, say '57.

4) The thing we watched on Kristina's computer about how a random part of a car works was totally nifty, except we don't know what caused certain parts of it to move. And we don't know what part of the car we were watching...

I KNOW WHY ENGINES ARE CALLED A V6 and V8 RATHER THAN A 6 OR 8 CYLINDER!! WOOO!!! Heehee.

I went to a few websites to find out how a carburetor worked anyway because it was interesting. Lol. Danny's probably told me about how everything works already and I just don't remember. I don't know why I can't keep things like that in my brain. Probably because I can't manage to keep ANYthing in my brain. Le sigh.

Well I have tons of homework to do, and laundry. Probably should stop reading about something I will never be able to understand. :P

I want a pet penguin. And its name will be Ted.

My day today was incredibly productive. I am almost finished reading yet another set of comics, and then I plan to move onto finishing 8bit theater, or nuklear power, whichever it's called, because I started that a long time ago and never finished. After that, I will have to find some other way to entertain myself till school starts again on Wednesday, since we have Monday and Tuesday off because of the hurricane. It will most likely consist of homework. Anyways. Now I'm tired so off to bed. Night.

I am going to update my journal, at 1:15 in the morn, because Kristina has to get down all the details in her dream so she doesn't forget them tomorrow. Or today. Later today. So I may be a little random because I'm a little loopy!

Let's see. Today. I... did what Kristina said in her entry. But I will say it again. This morning I woke up. Probably at 8. Laid there for a weally weally long time till I realized I couldn't fall back to sleep (that'd be about 10:15ish). Decided I needed to get homework done so I got up. And got changed and stuff. And did homework. Sorta. See I have this Victorian Literature paper due Monday, which I haven't had time to start. And oh crap I just realized I haven't practiced my flute this weekend. Crap for brains!! I really need to because Mrs. Jacobson, my instructor, lent (lended? I'm an english major...) a music book to choose my favorite solos out of (PALINDROME!! woot!) and she'd make copies for me. I told her I was short on cash and I sorta can't afford a 15 or 20 dollar book. I sorta feel guilty even if I were to pay $5, actually. Ask Kristina: I've been picking up every penny, nickel, dime and quarter I've seen lying around. "10 cents can get you a photocopy in the library! A quarter can pay... one fifth of what it costs to wash your laundry!!"

Oh that reminds me, we went jogging around the lake today. Well, jog walking. We jogged a lot longer than last week though. I think we jogged a total of a mile, walked the other 2. I wish we had time to do that more often. Anyways. I love doing that. I always thought I hated jogging but it's fun. Especially when it's with a bestest friend. So anywho. We started one section of joggingness and I suddenly was like, "A penny!!!" Turned around and found a penny, in the dark by the way, and put it "right here in my pocket."

I think I had started 2 topics in my first paragraph and never completed either of them, so I will attempt to do that now. Book for flute. Yes, I terribly need to look through that book because I have to bring it back to Mrs. Jacobson by 10:30 on Monday.

As for the rest of my schedule. The paper must be 5 to 8 pages long. Needless to say, I have been working on other things, such as reading, presentations, things that were due sooner, and haven't been able to complete it. Or start it for that matter. Because I didn't exactly have a topic for it until after I went to the library and found books, and came back, and read part of one of them. All I knew is that I wanted it to have something to do with Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Unfortunately, her husband Robert Browning, who actually was inspired by her and not quite as great a poet, was the one who I found more information about. Sadly, we did not go over any of his poetry in class, so I cannot write an essay about him. I was thinking about analyzing one of her poems, but I think I have broadened that to how she used society as a major aspect in some of her poetry. This way I can use a few of her poems. I wish I could just come up with my own opinions and write about it. But no, I have to take what critics say and support or refute and expound upon them. Whatever.

So I'm proud of myself. Sorta. Because I have a topic now. And most of the introduction paragraph. Half a page down, 4 and a half pages to go. Woot! Lol. And tomorrow, the agenda: Church at 11, lunch at half past noon, The Heiress (I think it's playing tomorrow), and 4.5 pages. Think I will get it done? That's what I thought.

There was something else I wanted to get done and I can't remember what it was. Good thing I wrote a to do list on Friday for my weekend. I've been relying on that with my life this semester. I don't know how I survived without one all these years. Next semester I'll get even better and buy a planner, because I keep having to schedule presentations and whatnot out of memory. Good thing I can generally remember when I have big things that are due. I still would prefer to have a planner in front of me to be more certain and more accurate.

It's the beginning of October and I already feel like the projects I have to do by November won't get done. Grr. I have a short narrative I have to write, and apparently I have to read it in public on some day I don't know yet. How scary. My writing, being heard by someone else, and other people... and their *gulps* opinions!! Guess I'll have to get used to it though. Afterall, I REALLY want to write.

Oh hey guess what? I no longer have to type with the keyboard on my lap anymore. Yea!! Kristina's parents and sister came here today, and her dad attached a board to each of our desks so we have a place to put our keyboards. I'm so excited because I don't have to sit "normal" anymore. I am a bit claustrophobic, I admit, because I have the air conditioner to the left of me, the bed directly behind me so I can't push my chair out when I get out (but rather, I have to slide out), and then there's the desk right in front of me, but hey. Can't expect too much from an oversized room that I am currently spoiled with. It totally wasn't made for computers.

Oh my gosh yesterday, went to walmart mostly to get quarters (I only had a twenty and no one on this campus seemed to have been able to exchange it for anything, paper or coins), and I ended up buying fishnet pantyhose. Really cheap kind. For halloween. Because I'm going to attempt to dress up to look Morticia-ish (Addam's Family), even though my black dress doesn't have the cool spidery-like bottom that her dress has. How much you wanna bet I won't be able to walk in my shoes all night. Because... erm... Kristina and I are taking Stefanie trick-or-treating. Yep. That's why we're dressing up. It has nothing to do with our inner child and our love for chocolate. Honest! Why are you looking at me that way.... Leave me alone!!

Lol.

Anyways. We were also looking at all the stuff there to see what kinds of things Walmart had, so the day after Halloween when everything goes down by half their price, we can go get cool plastic completely harmless weapons like our double-bladed spears.

OH HEY!! I watched Gladiator tonight with Kristina. 'Twas good. And very sad in parts. And there were certain of the "I don't like this type of sad" sad parts. But I still liked it overall. But my brain is too tired now, and my eyes aren't staying awake. So we shall see if Kristina is done writing her dream-novel and then we get to go to sleep. Yea for sleep!

“Thanks Mommy.” “You’re welcome, dear.” –(Kristina thanking me for getting her lazy butt a cough drop).

Now that I sit down to write this, I totally can’t remember what I wanted to say. Let me ask Kristina.

Okay did. Thanks Kristina!

So yeah, funny things happen when you’re loopy, sick, and on medication. Kristina and I had come down with a cold at about the same time last week, and she took something for it. Tylenol? I don’t know. And I said I had a sore throat, and she’s like, “I took something for it. Did you want any of my stuff?” LOL! No, we’re not drug dealers. But it was funny to hear it. Especially from Miss Anti-Drugs-&-Alcohol.

Yesterday we went shopping at the moc mart, and I have been drinking “Dragon Te” from the Sobe brand. I first drank it because Kristina last year had me try the pina colada flavoured one, which I didn’t like and she ended up finishing it for me, but Jenny told me the only sobe she drinks is dragon te. So I tried it and liked it. And since it has the word dragon in it, it makes me all happy. I looked at the other ones yesterday, and apparently there’s one called Elixir, which makes me think of Final Fantasy. Today I tried it, and I said, “HP and MP restored! Status ailments have been removed!” Though I know that the elixir in FF doesn’t remove status ailments but it was fun to say anyway. Kristina added, “Feels refreshed!” So yeah. Lol. Anyways.

I also recently met this foreign guy online, he was born in France and now lives in Chile. He speaks great English, with occasional grammatical errors and spelling errors, but I can quite honestly say that he writes better than most Americans I know. :P Anywho. He’s pretty cool, we talk a lot about music. I told him I have a bad problem not remembering names of classical composers and their music. So he said he’d make that change. And in return I teach him how to speak better. Woo! Lol. Then last night, he was out with his mom at his grandmother’s house, and he didn’t get home until 3 this morning and he missed talking to me lol, so he wrote me a pretty long email. And anyone who writes me and leaves me messages definitely are on my good side. So that put me in a good mood. Not that I wasn’t to begin with.

Kristina and I went to church this morning, we hadn’t last week. I was kinda cranky this morning and it affected the way I took the message, but by the end I suddenly stopped feeling cranky. :D And my mind cleared up. So that’s good. Now the only thing that needs to clear up is Kristina’s throat, because she keeps coughing. :P Heehee. Her coughing problem BETTER not come back. By the Bags of Groovy MnMs, I compel you!! I love inside jokes.

There were other funny things that I wanted to write in here and I can’t quite remember them. Hmmm. I hope Danny’s internet server decides to grant him the oh-so-special access to the internet again soon. But at least he called me several times last week. :D That was super cool. And he called me one morning too, so he literally was the first person I heard when I woke up.

Medieval wedding on a pirate ship with a little star warsiness. Another inside joke. But I’m just writing things as they come to mind.

Well, I guess I better get to my homework. I was in the middle of talking to my friend from Chile but the internet decided to sign me out. Of everything. And I can’t get on the internet so this journal entry has been written first in MS Word. It’s amazing how many green and red jaggedy lines are in here. *shrugs* Right. So off to do my homework. And to drink my Elixir that has pomegranate juice in it, which makes it even cooler. Oh and Kristina got one called Courage. Love the names lol.

PS. I think my mouse has ants in its pants.

PPS. I would greatly appreciate it if the people who live above me would stop dragging their chair across the floor. Especially when it’s late at night and normal people are trying to sleep. Though I guess it’s not NEARLY as bad as last year, when our room was right next to the shower stalls of the bathroom, and the people in our hallway, outside our window, and above us NEVER SLEPT.

LOL!! Just wanted to... reply sorta... to Kristina's title?

And now for my inner child quiz:

Kindergartener --------------------

"Inner child?" you ask, "Is that like having a baby?" You are your inner child. And it grants you simple, honest emotions which can, ironically, make you feel more mature. On the other hand, you are decidedly isolated in an Adult's world. Being childlike has an unnecessarily bad reputation, but - remember from childhood - there are both good and bad children.

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 93% on play You scored higher than 96% on heart

Link: The Inner Child Test written by donquixotic on OkCupid Free Online Dating

Does this be accurate, yo homey g's?

I'm also in a bit of a silly mood right now so I'm sure that affects the results. I can't imagine if I were to take this when I'm in one of my really bad moods. I'd get some thousand year old person answer thingishness.

So my band director said something funny yesterday in class. It randomly started to rain while we were in class, and naturally, much of the class turned around to look out the window (as if it never rains in Florida). And she goes, "Yeah yeah, it's just a hurricane. Who cares?" LOL!!! BYE HURRICANE RITA!! WE'RE ONLY ALLOWED TO HAVE 4 MORE AFTER YOU BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS TO CHOOSE NAMES FOR LETTERS LIKE U, X, Y, AND Z!!! And apparently S has already been named and disappeared. Will they go back to A of the 2005 list? Or will they go to next year's list? That would severely decrease the amount of tropical storms we're allowed to have next year. Can't do that. Maybe they can make up a name for U, X, Y, and Z so we have a little leeway (or however you spell it). I don't know who "they" are, by the way.

Other funny things. Kristina and I illegally have a pet in our dorm room. Its name is Skinny-Butt-Lizard. K no not really I'm just kidding, but yesterday I went to.... what DID I do? Hmm... whatever it was, I think I was putting something on my desk by my bed, which is next to the refridgerator, which are both between my bed and Kristina's bed. At first I thought it was fake, or my imagination. Nope. 'Twas a skinny lil lizzy. Never seen one so skinny before. We tried to catch it but couldn't because it decided it felt safer behind the fridge. Now it's wandering around the room somewhere. I'm used to getting geckos in my room at home so it's no big deal to me. I was kind of worried about 2 things: 1) I don't want to happen upon a dried lizzy skelly while I'm cleaning one day, and 2) I was worried how Kristina would be about it wandering aimlessly about our vastly small room. Her response, "Now we're going to have lizard poop in our room...." Lol! I've never seen lizard poop before, with how often I've had geckos in my room.

What other funny things have happened? I don't remember. Well, Kristina and I missed National Talk Like a Pirate Day which apparently was Monday. *sighs sadly* My medieval lit professor from last semester announced it today at the english majors meeting. He missed it too and was sad. I want to go to England. That's not a subliminal message. And this is DEFINITELY not.

You know what. I feel like putting a random picture in my lj. Everyone else is doing it, and I'm a follower.



There now I feel so much better. Hah, it says big apple flowers. That's so funny because they're not apples.

I don't understand how to read the picture thingy that showed up with my inner child quiz results.

I feel a checkle coming along...... *checkles* ..... I thought Angel might appreciate that.

And one last thing. My mouse is a pain in the flippin neck!! GRRRR!!!! I think there are dead ants caked on its insides. Sometimes it's overly sensitive (like me), and other times it's just so bloody stubborn and won't do ANYthing I want it to!! ...I resent anyone who says, "It matches its owner, then." :P