I'll post clues when I come up with them, starting with the one below, and there will be 10 total. I'm not going to make all of them easy, and you'll have to have a very good grasp of searching through Google, Wikipedia, etc. Any takers? Call it a way to keep your brain active at work/home... ;)
Clue #1:
The score is four and seven Ceremony held in and out of Britain Among those to celebrate Ypres Was his younger countryman, born of Greece
EDIT: Made a misleading goof that might have made things harder than originally intended. Still a toughie, but have no fear: I have faith in you guys. ;) I'm creating a website to put this webquest on, I have decided. One of the freebies, of course, but still...
Since I started at IBM (and let me just take a moment to say YAY new job!) I haven't had a day off between the two jobs I now work in, oh, forever... Next day off will be NEXT Sunday, not this coming Sunday.
*faint/thud/whimper*
Anyway, top it all off with having to cram for self-testing on Security+ certification software. Anyone well-versed on the subject wanna step forward and set up a time tonight to quiz me via Yahoo!..? That's the only way I'll pass before tomorrow morning, I'm thinking. Cuz if I don't, they'll drop me from school. Can't have that...
Okay, so I'm on this depressed I-Hate-All-Penis-Owners kick, and decide to rant online about it. The men of the world, who I had previously announced vendetta against, decided to show me what-for and bombarded me with IMs the second I signed into Yahoo! the next day.
Most of them met with: "Hi. Fuck you, but have a splendid day."
One, however, somehow managed to talk me out of aiming the proverbial loaded gun at him and convinced me to have long conversations, followed by a meeting in person. Of course, I had no intention of "hooking up" with this guy... Just to get out of the house, hoping that a fresh perspective might get me out of the blue funk I'd been in. Well, it worked. Spent 12 hours at his house, getting a "fresh" perspective, but most of that time was spent talking. It was sooo not planned that we actually fell into bed, but it was certainly welcomed. I felt cared for, afterward, as well as the rest of the week being fabulous, with him constantly amazing me. Meanwhile, I'm keeping myself emotionally-detached, no matter HOW cuddly the man gets with me.
I mean, sure, I enjoy the amazing backrubs, the cuddles, the random kisses that don't mean anything except "damn, I'm glad to see you, baby", etc. But it's too soon, we have agreed, to even call each other boyfriend/girlfriend yet... even though we both know that things are way more intimate than "friends with benefits" and we definitely like the way things are going.
It's a heady mixture of apprehension and ecstacy. I'm not sure how it's going to turn out, and I'm afraid to give in to anything, as well as afraid to hold back at the same time... but I've decided to enjoy this ride. Mostly because I realized that the "man-hating" thing was going to turn me into my grandmother: a bitter old woman with a grudge against the male species who has no pleasure for herself in life, aside from a purely feminist viewpoint that she clings to with a violent fervor...
Ah, hell. ...I'm tired. I'm rambling. I'm going to go to bed tonight with sweet dreams of someone that actually MIGHT turn out to be the best thing for me. Or he could turn out to be what I need at this point in time, but not in the future. I don't know, but I know that it feels good now.
I'm done. Fuck men, and all they represent. Sex? I have a vibrator. Physical comfort? I have pillows and can go out and buy a tub of Ben and Jerry's. I'm sick of this shit. I'm wonderful until they try to change me and they can't. I'm great until they realize that those physical scars of mine aren't going away and I'm not a perfect, flawless bimbo. I'm WONDERFUL until they find someone better or they get bored. They always wonder to me how they ever got along without me, and then they prove to me that they apparently still can...
I. Am. Done.
Do you hear that, men of the world? I'm through with ALL of you. There's an empty place where the sympathetic, compassionate, loving part of my soul used to be. Hope the last one through made good use of it before taking it with him. My kids are the only people I care about now. If I'm distant with everyone else it's because I truly have attained the level of apathy that I've wished for for years. Everyone else had their chance.
artistic
dorky
exhausted
contemplative
bored
apathetic
embarrassed