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preussisch_blau) wrote2008-03-11 11:57 pm
preussisch_blau) wrote2008-03-11 11:57 pm
Explain why I do some things again?
Right, so rumour had it that someone wouldn't let things drop. So I checked. Indeed, a post was made this very day concerning things best left... dropped. Amazing. I'm the one continuing the wank, but I haven't said anything since the 9th. Well, I won't do this to myself anymore. I know what is being said about me is all lies. How do I know? The comments. Particularly the one about how I am spreading lies. Nope. All I've said is what I've felt about what she's said to and about me and my friends. I may have slipped to the level of insults a few times, but all of what I've said is the truth, as best as I can say it. So you know what? That person who wants to punch me in the face? I'll gladly give her my address if she wants it. If she's willing to punch a perfect stranger in the face without even asking for their side of the story, I am all for giving her a chance. ((Yes, I know it could very well be a man, but I usually assume female until proven otherwise, given that most of the people I interact with on LJ are women.))
Now, as far as other things I do that need explaining.
First: Why, oh why, did I decide to go from no exercise to my current regimen of an hour and a half a day on weekdays. My body hates me. A lot. I'm too darn dedicated to Drill Team. What can I say? It gets me out of the house and around my friends, and gives me the opportunity to travel and meet new people. Great deal, I'd say.
Oh, and that silly little thing of wanting to be a Marine. (On a side note related to this, I got my CDs of running cadences and my new sports bra today in the mail. SQUEE.) Right, well, I need to run faster. Three miles in under half an hour. I think before today's run I'll print out everything that pisses me off and read it, and then imagine I'm chasing after that which pisses me off. Hopefully that which pisses me off can run for forty minutes straight.
Second: Why am I fretting so much about not hearing back from prospective employers? I know finding a job around here is going to be hard. Especially when a lot of places want experienced applicants only. Which sucks for me, as by this point, I'd gladly do any number of jobs that don't suit my tastes. Even a desk job. *shudders in horror at the thought*
Third: Why do I keep getting behind the wheel of a car? Oh, wait, never mind. I need to have my driver's license.
Third, take two: Why can't I just follow a pattern? Why do I sit there and go, "Oh, that's a lovely blazer, I want to make it, but I think I'll lengthen it to cover my hips some, give it full length sleeves, use five small buttons as opposed to three huge ones, add an actual collar..." Seriously. Writing this pattern is a bitch.
Fourth: Crack. Begone from my head. I mean it. Why am I letting you stick around?
Fifth: Also, this whole thing with saying things I know will cause a royal shitstorm. I need to stop that.
Sixth: Reading textbooks for fun. Need to stop that too. My brother would like it if he didn't have to hunt down his textbooks every time he has to go back to West Point.
Seventh: Why do I insist on going on to a seventh thing if I only have six? Especially since I technically have seven already, but the first thing which is actually the seventh wasn't actually a part of the entry earlier? So wouldn't this be the eighth?
Eighth: Why do I even argue with myself like that (in Seventh)?
Now, as far as other things I do that need explaining.
First: Why, oh why, did I decide to go from no exercise to my current regimen of an hour and a half a day on weekdays. My body hates me. A lot. I'm too darn dedicated to Drill Team. What can I say? It gets me out of the house and around my friends, and gives me the opportunity to travel and meet new people. Great deal, I'd say.
Oh, and that silly little thing of wanting to be a Marine. (On a side note related to this, I got my CDs of running cadences and my new sports bra today in the mail. SQUEE.) Right, well, I need to run faster. Three miles in under half an hour. I think before today's run I'll print out everything that pisses me off and read it, and then imagine I'm chasing after that which pisses me off. Hopefully that which pisses me off can run for forty minutes straight.
Second: Why am I fretting so much about not hearing back from prospective employers? I know finding a job around here is going to be hard. Especially when a lot of places want experienced applicants only. Which sucks for me, as by this point, I'd gladly do any number of jobs that don't suit my tastes. Even a desk job. *shudders in horror at the thought*
Third: Why do I keep getting behind the wheel of a car? Oh, wait, never mind. I need to have my driver's license.
Third, take two: Why can't I just follow a pattern? Why do I sit there and go, "Oh, that's a lovely blazer, I want to make it, but I think I'll lengthen it to cover my hips some, give it full length sleeves, use five small buttons as opposed to three huge ones, add an actual collar..." Seriously. Writing this pattern is a bitch.
Fourth: Crack. Begone from my head. I mean it. Why am I letting you stick around?
Fifth: Also, this whole thing with saying things I know will cause a royal shitstorm. I need to stop that.
Sixth: Reading textbooks for fun. Need to stop that too. My brother would like it if he didn't have to hunt down his textbooks every time he has to go back to West Point.
Seventh: Why do I insist on going on to a seventh thing if I only have six? Especially since I technically have seven already, but the first thing which is actually the seventh wasn't actually a part of the entry earlier? So wouldn't this be the eighth?
Eighth: Why do I even argue with myself like that (in Seventh)?
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what were we talking about?
Crack? YES! write the crack! Delicious crack! WITH PANCAKES.
If you somehow include a scene with maple syrup and Nixon's naked body, you will be my hero, for ever and ever. Hell, I will even send you REAL CANADIAN MAPLE SYRUP (made by real Canadians) in the mail. With which you may pour over the naked body of your choice ;-)
Have you downloaded any of Reunion tour yet? I'll try to have the rest up by Thursday. They will make you feel better, but sadly, do not contain any mention of maple syrup. They do contain curling and hockey references though, and that's almost as good.
in conclusion:
Fuck her and MAPLE SYRUP!
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Oooh... Canadian maple syrup... you Canucks tempt well. I may have to give in.
sadly, I don't have any food icons
Write it!!! *rubs hands with evil diabolical glee*
That last post is pretty much a snapshot of how my brain works. It's a wonder I can form a coherent sentence, let alone write fic. Now I must go finish an essay. toodles.
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Good luck on the essay.
RE: fuck her and MAPLE SYRUP
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She won't stop until she loses interest. She'll never be the bigger person in this. That's up to you and foofighter and everyone else she's tried to hurt.
Good luck with everything. Never stop reading textbooks for fun!
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Thank you though. Didn't know you were lurking 'round these parts.
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this is not an attempt to fondle her boobs.
It's not? *is disappointed*
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It's a shame LJ Abuse won't do something even though she admitted publically to evading my ban on her and has done this thing before.
Personally, if she gets all wanky about your username showing up here, it's no skin off my back. I'm really done with what her opinions are.
BOOBIES!
Re: BOOBIES!
Re: BOOBIES!
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2nd - Job hunting can be a real pain in the ass but I'm sure you'll find one soon. It might take a while (took 3 months on my end) but you're sure to find something. Just keep applying and someone will ring back.
3rd -
let us speak not of that whole "driving" thing3rd, 2nd take - Because your creativity cannot be contained by anything so mundane as a pattern?
4th - You mean the crack I've been not-so-stealthily enabling? Why ever would you want that gone from your head? Sanity is highly overrated.
5th - Oh for the love of Dick Winters, let's just all have a hug and get on with our lives. There are BoB fic that need to be written and this is detracted from the already limited energy reserves.
6th - There's nothing wrong with reading textbooks for fun...so long as they always appear in their original positions in a timely manner.
7th - Because seven is a lucky number?
8th - I don't know, but the folks who live in my head hold sympathy for you as I tend to do the same.
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Get the emergency chocolate! This is an emergency!
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FOR THE LOVE OF CUTE LITTLE EVANS KITTIES NO MORE CHOCOLATE!!!
*hides from the chocolate*
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:3
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2nd: Hopefully. I'm about ready to, when the new grocery store gets around to accepting applications, add in the comments section about how I really, really need this job and to please please give it to me and I'm all theirs (except for Saturdays until 19 June, and a week in July).
3rd:
Yes. Let us not. Even if I need to learn that evil thing so I can get more job opportunities.3rd, 2nd Take: Probably that and the fact that I do not look good in things that stop at my waist, and many things with 3/4 length sleeves end up pushed up above my elbows. ((Seriously, I'm all legs to begin with, so ending things at my waist? Makes me look like I've got no torso.))
4th: Good point. I need to work on that. I've been distracted. I needs must begin working on the fine points of the plot.
5th: *HUG* Mmm... huuuuug... </Homer Simpson voice>
6th: See, it's the timely manner part that trips me up and makes brother who needs the books a bit irate.
7th: <sings> Makin' people happy is my favourite game... Lucky Seven is my natural name...</sings>
8th: ...I have no response to that, oddly enough. Dunno if that's good or bad.