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Friday, September 12, 2003 And again I'm here to update alone. This time, it's not because Cleo doesn't have the time (because she *DOES*). It's simply that she's too massively annoyed at the entire universe of which I am a part to deal with it. Although, I can't say that I disagree with her current complaints. See, she just recently finished 'Order of the Phoenix' and after spending a good portion of the book wanting to hit the main character over the head with a large and hopefully very heavy object... well, you get the picture. And here I'd been thinking I had the monopoly on the violent impulses in this relationship. Interesting. As always for further updates on Miss 'I'm Being Pissy at Everyone in the HP Universe cause I'm mad at Potter' - check that *other* journal. So, what's going on with me, you might ask? *utter silence* Fine, don't all ask at once! Cleo's been toying with giving me suicidal impulses in the story she's writing, but I think decking her a few times cured that problem. Speaking of... Oh look who's decided to join us! Fuck off, Marcus. Always so polite. Anyway, like I was saying - ever been decked repeatedly by a character inside you head? It's like a really nasty sinus headache THAT WON'T BLOODY WELL GO AWAY. *snicker* Bugger off. No. There's no point in bitching and moaning about where JKR is taking her universe if your not going to bloody well *DO* something about it! You think I like the idea of being part of a universe that has all of that? *waves a hand to encompass most of the pathetic, immature wanna-be-teen angst in OotP* No thank you! So, get on with re-writing the damn thing already! Hmmm... There may be something to that... *rolls eyes* Of course there is. I said it, didn’t I? Watch it! I can still write you in some seriously pathetic angst. I’ll hit you again. Do you really think that constant pain in my head is going to make me less likely to write about people – namely you – being pathetically unhappy for immature reasons. *silent glowering* Hah!… OUCH!... You bastered! *snicker*
Tuesday, September 2, 2003 Well, it looks like she's abandoned this account, doesn't it? Well, I'll let you know what's going on even if she's too busy to do so. No, I'm not going to spend the next twenty minutes writing out all of what's been going on resently. Do you really think I have that little of a life? *snort* Anyway, the bitch has herself a new account now for her family and stuff. All of what going on right now is being recorded there, not here. *glares in Cleo's general direction* So, go to that journal already! http://www.livejournal.com/~georgia_pumpkin/
-- Marcus Flint :-(
Friday, August 22, 2003 Goddess, it's been an age since I updated this thing. Bad me. *sigh* Things have been insane though, so I guess I'll have to use that as my excuse. I've been packing to go... you never realize just how much junk you've got until you start packing up to leave the country for a year. Not to mention the part were Presence is moving into my room so anything that isn't going with me needs to be packed up and moved to the basement. I've got three suitcases packed now. Two more to go, but the end's in sight anyway. In more ways than one... I'm having a going away party on Saturday. Tomorrow! And that's starting to wig me out a little. I mean, I want to go. I'm existed, I can't wait! But it's also such a HUGE move that I'm actually starting to be scared shitless. They have medications for that, you know. The inability to go to the bathroom is a potentially serious problem. *snort* Thanks. You're welcome. Are you going to be an ass tonight? Cause if you are, I can end this entry right now. I'm *not* up to fighting with you in front of an audience at the moment. *sigh* If you insist, I'll try to be polite. Thank you. Now, back to being scared shitless (keep it *shut*, Marcus!)... I mean, in less than two weeks I'm getting on a plane for a foreign country and if all goes well, I won't set foot back in the USA for at least a year and a half to two years! That's huge! In addition to that I'm going to be spending my last week in the USA in New York City. So, I'm actually leaving Michigan and home in four days time! FOUR DAYS!!!! I've traveled extensively, but I've actually lived in the Greater Lansing Area all my life. I bitch about it, I complain about it... but East Lansing has always been home to me and in my heart of hearts I do love the place. I'm proud of having spent the vast majority of my childhood on the MSU campus. It's a gorgeous place. It's really considered to be a toss up between the MSU and Princeton campuses as to which is actually the #1 most beautiful campus in the United States. Okay, so I've never actually been to Princeton, but I have a hard time believing that it's actually more beautiful than MSU. I mean, we have the largest collection of flowering crab apple trees in the world. In the spring... It's just breathtaking. It's beautiful now though as well. All lush green trees and the ivy on the buildings is at it's peak. *sniff* Okay, *that's* where I draw the line. There will be *NO* crying in this journal! I am not crying! You're sniffing and getting sappy. That's close enough - so stop it now! Besides, you're the one who's been going on and on about how great England is and how much you want to go there. I *do* want to go there! If I didn't, do you think I'd have a one-way plane ticket sitting next to me at the moment? Be serious. But just because I'm looking forward to going, and just because I'm sure I'm going to love it in Exeter doesn't mean I can't be a little sad at leaving my childhood home. So deal with it! Fine, just no crying! I'm not crying. One watering pot in the house is enough. My mother cries at the drop of a hat these days. *rolls eyes* Exactly. *makes a face* Well, I have more to write in the journal - mostly about today, but I think that will have to wait for another update. Cause David said that my journal entries were getting to be a bit too long. You're listening to *him*, now? Shut it, Marcus. Even you like him. Do not. I don't like anyone! Do, too. You adore his taste in music, don't deny it. I know you've been listening to my Poe MP3's. Yeah, well... Exactly. *g*
Tuesday, July 1, 2003 Hey all, Sorry about the long time no update. I'm in Virginia visiting my aunt at the moment. We drove down on Saturday - took us nine and a half hours - and we'll be here until the 12th of July. We're going to go into DC for the fireworks on the 4th and that should be a blast! *g* Groan, groan... If you *must* make puns at least make them good ones. What are you in such a bad mood about? I've been writing about you at least a little every day since we got here. I don't see that you've got much room for complaint. Or are you still sulking because you don't get to delve with the rest of us. I've already explained to you that my family wouldn't understand if I said that you - a fictional character only I can see and hear - wanted to play as well. Watch who you're calling fictional! Besides, you're running two characters! I don't see why I can't have one of them. Although, why they *both* have to be *female* is beyond me. Would it kill you to have a guy? AND I DON'T SULK!!!! Whatever. Fine - you can dictate what Athemily is up to. I'm not giving you Molly. I don't trust you with her. An as for guys... Hello, you are a guy. Not the same and you know it. Athemily's the elven thief, right? Good at backstabbing and stuff? Right. Sounds good. You can have the cleric, she doesn't sound like much fun. I mean, who'd want to play someone who's basically a priest? *snort* She's a cleric of a god of excess. Trust me she's anything but boring. But you're right, Athemily is much better suited to you. *sigh* This is what I get for explaining D&D to him! I thought he'd just laugh it off and let me play in piece. But nooooo! He wants to play, too! Quite whining or I'll have Athemily backstab Molly. Not a chance! What have I got myself into! D&D may never survive!
Saturday, June 21, 2003 Guess what! I just put in my very first order through Mary Kay this evening... In other words, I'm not a fully fledged Beauty Consultant. What's more I'm possibly gearing up for my first make-over party on my own (without Erica's experience and guidance to help me out *runs and hides*). However, since scheduling conflicts seem to be raising their ugly heads, it may not happen until after vacation anyway. *sigh* However, small parties seem to be my lot in this enterprise. Navi, Amy, and Tanya all backed out at the last minute and left the party down to two - Presence and her mom. Luckily they both ordered a lot of stuff! *g* You'd think that you'd start getting the hint about now... *sigh* What hint would that be? The hint that no one wants to come to your stupid parties. Not true! I have lots of people who want to come. It's just that life's busy. *snort* Shut up. No one asked you to comment anyway. Go - keep reading Goblet of Fire or something productive like that. This update is going nowhere. I mean it's purely for your self-aggrandizement. lol! Like you would actually know what aggrandizement meant... I'm a Quidditch player, not a mental deficient. Besides which, I have access to your brain. If you know what it means, I know what it means. Whatever...
Saturday, June 21, 2003 I have had the most incredible evening! It was *so* much fun! *g* HP 5 came out here today. HARRY POTTER! Yay! *g* Anyway, most of the bookstores in town opened at midnight for it. But Schuler's Books by were I live did more than just open at midnight. They had a huge celebration starting at 10 o'clock. They had a sorting ceremony at 10 and then different parts of the bookstore set up as Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and Care of Magical Creatures. Each house did the rounds of the classes and they would call over the loud speakers when each class started and what house should be were. I didn't actually get there until a little after 10:30, but then I didn't need to be sorted. *g* At Charms was a local magician teaching some basic slight of hand, at Potions was a lady showing the kids how to make green slime, at Transfiguration there was a table set up for you to decorate your wands, and at Care of Magical Creatures a handler from the local zoo had an owl with him and was talking about owls. Actually, it was a Eagle Owl that the guy had and he was just *amazingly* beautiful. If I remember correctly an Eagle Owl was what Draco has in the books. (On a side note our local zoo is Potter's Park Zoo. *g*) Of course, I went in full costume as many others also did. I dressed up in a floor length black skirt, a plain black top (from a distance it looked more like a dress than a skirt and blouse), my floor length black cloak, my tall witch's hat that I got last Halloween, and my Slytherin scarf (*snuggles Dusk*). I got *a lot* of compliments on my outfit. *g* There was a costume competition after classes were over, but unfortunately it was pretty much for kids only, so those of us who came in full costume as adults got ignored (and there were several adults there in really neat costumes *g*). There were several dementors, about a hundred Harry's and Hermione's, a Moaning Myrtle (complete with toilet seat around her neck), a couple of Dumbledores, and one Ron. *g* Actually, there was a group of three girls about 17 or so who came together as Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were just *fantastic*. Really great costumes. Especially Ron, who had pulled her hair tightly back into a poly tail and used one of those temporary dyes on the top of it to make it red. Then She's painted on some freckles and was carrying around a little cage with a tiny owl in it. *g* The girl who was Harry looked like her hair was probably naturally black, but she'd taken it and pinned it up in such a way that the ends came down around her head like really messy short hair. *g* Anyway, I got a wand and decorated it with black and green feathers. *g* I watched the owl in wonder for a while, learned a couple of slight of hand tricks... Then got in line. When it started getting about that time they started anouncing over the loud speakers how much time there was left to midnight. Then we counted down from 14 seconds - the whole bookstore full of... oh, easily 100 people, probably more - did the countdown and then cheered madly when the clock struck midnight. Then we waited in line forever. We got out of there about 1:30 with books in tow. *g* And we all got a free pair of plastic, round glasses with our books. *g* Technically, I don't have mine yet. Amazon sent me an e-mail today to let me know that they'd sent it out. I was at the bookstore picking up my grandmother's copy - while Presence and Maman were there to pick up their copies. But I think I may give Grammom the Amazon book... I waited in line for a long time for this particular copy of HP 5... And I can't describe how exited I was when the Harry behind the counter with the dementor standing next to him handed it to me. I think I've bonded with this particular copy... *g* Of course, I *still* haven't finished GoF... *blushes* Guess what I'm going to be up all night doing tonight! *g* I'm not saying a word about any of this. The level of pathetic obsession represented here needs no further commentary. Marcus, what's the problem now? You *came* from these books! That's how you got into my head in the first place! Not the point. I will say one thing though - it was nice to see so many people dressed properly for once. Cloaks in stead of jackets and all that. Thought I looked nice did you? *g* I just said it was nice to see people properly dressed. I didn't say anything about you in particular. I love you too, Marcus. Fuck off...
Sunday, June 15, 2003 Been ages and ages since a new entry. Bad me. In more ways than one... You've been reading way too much fanfic in the Angel fandom since you got back from David's and therefore not paying enough attention to the actually important people - like, oh I don't know... How about ME? Marcus, quit being such a baby. I wrote in that fandom before I'd ever even heard your name. I'm not abandoning you, I'm just paying homage to the fandom that got me my start as a fanfiction writer in the first place. So, grow up and quit whining. *ducks as Marcus attempts to bitch-slap her* Anyway, the reason for my long lack of an entry is that I've been busy. My first Mary Kay party went well, even if my only guests were Grammom (yes, it's spelled that way on purpose), Lili, and her friend Ayesha. We still had a great time. The party ended about 10:30 and everyone but Lili and Ayesha headed home. Then Lili, Ayesha, and I got to talking... They left at a little after 7 the following morning. I'm not kidding! *snicker* It was fun. The rest of this weekend has been spent house painting. See, my aunt Missy (aka Mimi), my cousin Tommy, and Grammom have just bought a house. It was finalized on Friday (Friday the 13th - lucky or unlucky? Inquiring minds want to know! *snicker*). Most of the rooms had to be painted and a legion of family and friends descended on the place this weekend in order to do so. Saturday was spent doing the edging on my grandmother's sitting room with my mom and my cousin Cary (the room is now a lovely shade of violet). Then today was spent finishing Grammom's bedroom with my parents (which is done in a rose color, which I won't comment on since I really hate all shades of pink *g*). Mimi's friends managed to finish most of the rest of the house. All that's left to be done is half of the dinning room, a second coat of paint for the living room, and the floor of Tommy's room (his room is in the basement and the area's currently done in this really tacky checkerboard pattern of tiles - so they're painting it). Other than that it's just down to a few decorative finishes that will be done over the next week or so as time allows. All in all, I didn't do too badly for someone who's never painted a room before. (Supposedly helping my parents when I was barely old enough to hold a brush not withstanding.) Although, I'll admit that I did almost do a better job of painting myself than the walls at times! *g* Saturday even we went to see a play - the second one in the Summer Circle series at MSU. It was called ‘What the Butler Saw' - which is funny because there was no Butler in it. *g* The whole thing was just a riot! Lots of people running around in various states of undress in a mental hospital, complete with incest, adultery, homosexuality (sort of) and various hints of BDSM. It was very bawdy and absolutely hysterical. I just loved it! My parents got a kick out of it, too. There were, however, a few older people in the audience who left after the first act looking rather disturbed - the poor straights running scared. *snicker* Okay, now the play I liked. That was funny. Nuts, but funny. The painting shit was boring as hell though. I mean you weren't even getting paid for it! All this good, wholesome, family stuff is worrying. Whatever happened to the bitch edge, huh? Push me and find out. *glares* Riiiiight. Like you're really going to do anything to me. I leave and you're back to having nothing to write about. Total writer's block - like happened over the last *two* summers. Do you really want to go back there? Well, if I tied you up so that you couldn't leave that would do it take care of punishment and keeping you here. *g* I'd like to see you try. If there's any tying up to be done I'm the one that does the tying, not the one being tied up. Okay, you can tie me up then! I have no objections! *bats her lashes* You're just weird. *snicker*
Wednesday, June 11, 2003 This is going to be massively short because I'm massively tired. Anyway, I'm at David's at the moment and will be here until sometime on Thursday. Caliban (my car) is a little sick at the moment so David has to come and get me. :-( Not that I mind the time spend in his company or anything, I just miss my car! Anyway, we also went to Triple Goddess and had a blast. Then this evening we ordered pizza and watched the first 6 or so eps of this last season of Angel. We're planning to watch the whole season over the next few days. But since we're also planning on doing some spell casting, we'll see how far we get with the show. *g* The show is fucked up... I might actually like it. If they'd quite worrying about relationships so much and focused a bit more on killing demons. Thank you, Marcus. Like you've never been angsty over a relationship before! Not the point. What's more I don't broadcast it! You might be better off if you did... Meaning? I'm just saying, talking about things helps sometimes. Sort of the point of this weblog if you think about it. Talking out what's up... putting it all down on paper (or pixels in this case) helps to get it out of your system. Thank you, Dr. Freud. He was obsessed with sex, not talking things out. He was a shrink, same dif. Besides, being obsessed with sex is normal. True. *g* Anyway, I’m tired. We done for the night or is there something else we should talk about first? No, I think we’re done. I can’t think of anything more to add. Other than you limping around all day. Oh yeah. I seem to have twisted my left ankle and it hurts like a son of a bitch. Not much in the way of news though. So, I guess this is done then. Night all.
Monday, June 9, 2003 Several days and no entry from me. Bad me. *g* Not much to say before tonight though. Saturday we went to a play at MSU. Every summer they have a series of free out-door plays called The Summer Circle. The play we saw Saturday was called 'Chaucer in Rome' it was both a very funny and vaguely disturbing play. So, obviously I liked it very much. However, it's not the play I'm all about at the moment. It's movies. Or more specifically, the Sharpe movies. I had begun to wonder if I was the only one who'd ever seen them. Until tonight. The Sharpe Appreciation Society - Go there, right now. *g* And if you haven't seen the movies yet, find them and watch them. That's an order, soldier! *g* If you're in the East Lansing area I know that they have them at Video To Go. Start with Sharpe's Rifles. Further information on the chronological order of the 14 movies can be found at the above mentioned site. As I said before - go there. I'm *not* kidding! The movies are based off of a series of books by Bernard Cornwell about a soldier by the name of Richard Sharpe during the Napoleonic Wars. There are 19 books at the moment, but Bernard is still writing them - so, there will be more. Goody! *g* The movies star the exquisite Sean Bean, better known to the world as the guy who played Boromir in The Fellowship of the Ring. *bows down in homage to the creation of the demi-God himself, J.R.R. Tolkien* See, it's like this... Traditionally the British army was as class conscious as the rest of British society. Common soldiers where commoners and only gentlemen were officers. The highest rank a commoner could ever hold was that of Sargent. Anything above that was strictly the domain of the wealthy and privileged. However, there was such a thing as a field commission. This was were a commoner was raised up from the ranks to the level of an officer because he somehow distinguished himself. A mark of honor certainly... But not always a nice thing to do to a guy. The other officers resented having a "commoner" among them while the rank and file resented seeing one of them placed over them. Nonetheless, this is exactly what happens to Sargent Richard Sharpe after he saves the life of Sir Arthur Wellesley (soon to be Lord Wellington), general of the British forces. After that one act of great bravery (otherwise known as situational stupidity *g*) Wellesley makes Sharpe a Lieutenant. The movies, like the books, are historical fiction - but that rare type of historical fiction that manages to be historically accurate while being about a fictional character. While the Peninsular Wars rage (the part of the Napoleonic wars fought over Spain between England and France with the Spanish caught in the middle) this series of stories follows Sharpe and his group - The Chosen Men. The Chosen Men are sharp shooters, picked out of the rest of the army because they could shoot better than those around them. But they're a rather rag-tag lot. Hence, they're massive amounts of fun. *hugs the Chosen Men* They're messy, smelly, brutish, poor as dirt, sarcastic sons of bitches! Gotta love ‘em! *g* The uniforms, attitudes, weaponry, speech, and technology are historically accurate. So are the situations they are in. The books follow battles and events that actually did take place and that no doubt did include men like Richard Sharpe. The movies are a excellent blending of fact and fiction. And the fiction in them are so based in reality that not even a dyed in the wool history buff like myself can be offended! *g* Not to mention the brilliance of the battles themselves! Okay, so none of the battles are exactly the battle of Helm's Deep... but don't let that put you off. This isn't an epic of good against evil with a cast of thousands. It's a BBC production about a war that really happened. But truth can be stranger than fiction and the sometimes comical, sometimes heart wrenching realities of war in the 19th century are brought to life beautifully. The only difference being - the good guys always win in the Sharpe movies. Just the way I like it. *g* Sharpe even ends up with a girlfriend in the form of Commandante Teresa, a leader of the Spanish guerilla fighters who are allies of the British. Let me tell you, that woman kicks some serious ass! *g* She's lovely and interesting. And there's no saving the damsel in these movies. Teresa's out there in front with the guys, defying the ridged gender roles of the time. However, if you - like me - have a taste that runs rather more in the direction of slash... there's plenty of room for that as well! My particular favorite is between Sharpe and his (eventual) second in command, Patrick Harper. I say eventual because they don't get off to the best of starts. In fact, Harper is very much an enemy at the beginning - pissed as hell because Sharpe's not a "proper officer". He gets over it though and becomes a permanent fixture at Sharpe's side. He's both Sharpe's back up, but also as the one who watches out for his interests even when Sharpe becomes too wrapped up in his own occasionally over eager idealism to see what's really going on. *g* Harper's a cocky Irishman who's willing to follow his officer's orders, but isn't shy about issuing a few orders of his own to his officer when he feels it's necessary. So, obviously there's nothing for Sharpe to do but promote Harper to Sargent and keep him around to watch his back for him while Sharpe tries to walk the political mine field of life as an officer who's unlucky enough not to be a gentleman. *g* The stories are fast paced and fascinating. See, the movies! And be aware that I am working on buying the books, so when you're utterly hooked on the Sharpe series (as I am), I'll be happy to lend the books to you. The books go even further back in time though. They start with Sharpe when he was still fighting in India, long before he was made an officer. Man, I love good historical fiction! Funny, since usually I read nothing but fantasy novels. But then, everyone needs a little variety in their life, I guess. I can have layers, too! Just like trolls and onions... *g* And really, Sharpe is just cool! Uhuh, but can the guy play Quidditch? Marcus, nobody asked for your opinion. Sure you did, you put me at the top of this page and call the thing Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Besides, I'm getting a little annoyed about all this stuff with this Sharpe guy. What about me? You name the page for me and then talk about this Sharpe guy all the time... And you expect me *not* to say anything. Fuck that. (sing-song) Somebody's jealous... Watch it. Aw, come on. Like you wouldn't do the guy in a second. I know you liked the movies too, so don't lie. Who said anything about not doing the guy! He's hot and knows how to kick some serious ass. Sure, I'd do him. As for the movies... they were alright. I liked the battle scenes. *Finally,* some realistic battles. Blood and dirt and death. I still don't think any of them could play Quidditch to save their lives though. Their Muggles, Marcus. Of course, they can't play Quidditch. Even if they weren't. Whatever... Point is that everyone should see the movies. They're fun and Sean Bean rules!
Friday, June 6, 2003 What to say... What to say... *g* Well, we went to a Detroit Symphony Orchestra concert tonight at Wharton Center. They're doing a Michigan Goodwill Tour - I'm not really sure what that means beyond the fact that the tickets were free. *g* The concert was wonderful. Just fantastic. I'm used to the Greater Lansing Symphony Orchestra. And they are good, don't get me wrong. But the DSO... Well, this is an internationally known group. They did a tour of Europe a year or two ago. And tonight we found out why. They just blew me away. I've never seen a orchestra do an encore before, but the audience wouldn't let them go! They were just... How about this. If you *ever* get the opportunity to see the Detroit Symphony Orchestra - do so. Do not pass the privilege up! However, classical music bores Marcus, so he's not talking to me at the moment. *snicker* On the other hand, there is some promising news on another fanfiction front. We just got a new author interested in writing for Angel: The Cyber Series! Yay! And I'm still working on getting Lili to write something for us and she has some spiffy ideas. So, it looks like I may be able to get the Cyber Series restarted over this summer, which would be just wonderful. On the Graduate School Front - I have a plane ticket on reserve ($179 from JFK in NYC to London, if you can believe that!) but I've decided not to buy it before I've been able to find out what the status of my financial aid is. However, I spent quite a while trying to call people at Exeter this morning and I got nowhere. So, I'll have to try again tomorrow morning. *sigh* The whole five hour time difference thing can be a royal pain in the ass, you know that? Five o'clock their time is noon here. And it turned out that the office I need to talk to closes at 4 - which is 11 here. I found this out at 11:30 this morning after I'd already spent hours trying to get a hold of somebody. *bangs head against the wall* However, I did get an e-mail confirming that they did receive my official acceptance of the offered position and so that's good anyway. (See, they don't accept you, they just make you an offer of a position. Then you have to either accept or decline that offer. Except that with Exeter you have to accept within three months of when the offer was first made because there's a waiting list of others to take your place if you aren't going to go. Anyway, I got my offer in March and had until today - the 6th - to accept. Which I did. *g*) So, now it's official. I have formally accepted the offer and now have a place in the program for an Interdisciplinary Masters of Arts in Medieval Studies at Exeter University starting October 2003. I rule! *snicker* Now all I have to do is get the damn money together. *sigh* Technicalities suck. And you know what - I have a sudden urge to start working on my old Doyle series, Lightening, again. Strange. huh? I may or may not do that tonight. It depends. I also still need to take a bath and I'm tentative about it because there's a big spider in there. *shudders* It's a web builder and it's in a web away from the tub, so there's little chance of it coming near me... But still. Spider. Always bad. BTW, does anyone actually read this shit? Just curious. Am I talking to myself or actual people? Cause really, does anyone care about my ramblings at 1:30 in the morning? *shrugs*
Tuesday, June 3, 2003 Well... I think I've finally got the page in the form I want to keep it at for a while. Doesn't mean I won't keep tweeking it as the mood hits, but that's just the way it is. Course, all this time for all this random stuff comes from the fact that I'm unemployed. Grrr... If I wanted a permanent position I'd be fine. But everyone wants you to actually be around next fall! Not fair to those of us heading to another continent for Graduate School! I do have one bright light though. A friend of ours - Erica, Kat's sister - is coming over tonight. This is a bright spot in the job crisis because my mother and I are signing up (get this!) to be Mary Kay Consultants. That's right, *I'm* going to be selling make-up! *snicker* Marcus (grumbling): You're turning into a fucking *girl*. Cleo: Um... sorry to remind you, but I *am* a girl. Marcus (sneering): Not *that* kind of girl. Whatever happened to being a bitch? Cleo: Bitches can wear make-up. Look at Miss Parker. (From the Pretender - just in case anyone remembers that show.) Marcus (snorts): Fictional character. Cleo: So, are you. Marcus: Watch it! I'm real enough to talk and *keep* talking for so many hours that you'll never get any sleep tonight. Cleo (winces at the memory of how many nights that's happened): Alright, alright... Yes, I know you have 24-hour access to my head. Don't rub it in. Marcus (smirking): A simple statement of fact, isn't rubbing it in. (grows serious again) I'm *not* fictional! Anyway, what I'm saying is that this whole turning into a girl thing... it's a slippery slope! And I swear, if you start spending hours screwing around with make-up and worrying about the state of your hair all the time - I'm out of here! Series or no series. Cleo: Idle threats. The series isn't finished yet and if you take off, I'll let Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup your last year at school! Marcus: You *can't*! Cleo (smirking): Yes, I can. What's more I *will*. You're not the only Quidditch Captain around you know. And Oliver's always sweet to me. Marcus: You fucking bitch! Cleo: Exactly! Okay, I feel better now. If Miss Parker could still be a bitch and wear make-up and fashionable clothes, than so can I! No matter what Marcus says. *g* Anyway, it's cloudy and gray and... I don't want to actually go anywhere anyway. Maybe I'll call Lili and see if she's up to doing anything indoorsy. We started reading a book out loud called The Assassin's Apprentice. I'm also hoping to get some writing done tonight. (I can really only write worth shit when it's dark out. Go figure. *rolls eyes*) And here's about where I think I'll call it quits for right now.
Tuesday, June 3, 2003 Well, here it is... What exactly I'm going to do with it remains to be seen. Funny, I was all about getting a weblog and now that I've *finally* managed to get one I can't think of what to write on this damn first entery! But that's life for you. It's also 4:22 am for you. *snicker* The Quotes on my image above come from both Rowling's version of the Harry Potter verse and my own version - an epic, the writing of which has consumed me since last September. *sigh* Okay, considering what time it is, I should probably try to go to bed about now. I just wanted to get the basic layout for this damn thing done before I went to bed tonight. Course, I'll probably still be making changes to it over the next few days. Adding more links and what nots. And everyone thank David for letting me know about pitas.com so that I can finally burden everyone out there with the randomness of my life. *g*
-- Cleo aka Georgia
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