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ShichinintaiGal's
Bankotsu X Kagome bias all the way! (cheers)
Oh yeah, and all bishounens except Rain-kun are accepted... (blushes) Especially not you, Rain-kun. ^______________^
Nyah. Take that, you arrogant, blue-haired spike-head! [Poke.]
=____________=
...
I don't know where that came from.
o_O
Move along, people. Move along.
Ohhh~ yeah, I eat bandwidth for breakfast. *feels guilty* Let me know if any of the links are dead or malfunctioning and I'll try to correct it. TRY.
Is it even vaguely possible to tell who these people are? (I HOPE that my drawing skills have improved since last time!) Obviously, see the larger sizes to attempt identification.
Figures I'd spend time on something random. ANYHTING TO AVOID YOU, STUDYING! Anyone who can guess all of the items (or specifically where they came from) gets... a drabble? A doodle? I don't know. Something interesting, I guess.
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
BY THE WAY, we've finished the kitchen (minus some woodwork), the dining room, and now the living room. Painting!
Additional Entry Made Within The Hour (I forgot, but):
The icon I'm using now is very clearly not drawn by me.
Boys, when and if you ride a bike, who usually sits on the handlebars?
And also, how the heck do you slice open part of your thumb on a BLUNT soap-holding object? You know, those silly little trays that're screwed into the wall. Hmph.
Best spiel given after landing? "Be careful getting those bags down. What can I say? Shift happens. "
XDDD
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
You've just wasted a little over fifteen seconds on spam. Congratulations!
Additional Entry Made Within The Hour (Wow. Vengeful person in the making, here.):
(Hey, it's a new record for me. Two entries, one shot.)
My moods are all over the charts this week. One minute euphoria, the next insanity, then roadrage, then lethargy. Don't you DARE say PMS, hnn. But anyhow, because of my temperamental lovliness, I've decided to forgive the tennis coach. (No, not the one who calls that short kid 'Frodo', Elwe. A different one, you see.) He almost always calls me Claire or Claudia.
Which makes no sense, because THAT'S NOT MY NAME, DAMN IT!
Okay. Calmed down. We're good. *inhale, exhale* *inhale, exhale* Weather was really nice today. I played some great rounds. At least by my standards.
On the other hand...
I'm thinking about putting something yaoi into my 'sketchbook' at the end of the year, just in case I suddenly start hating ALL of my art once the teacher's touched it. (Yep, there goes those two days of work on that stupid ol' portrait. Whooo.) :><:
You hear me? I sure hope so. Keep an eye out for boyxboy, mister.
(Alright. So maybe dark's near-OCD has a downside or two. But why do most of my vengeance tactics exude sasuXnaru anyway?)
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
Oooh yes, oh yes. I'm definitely sensing some serious bad patterns forming here.
Physiologist: And how do you feel about that? ...
Today, in Art, we were just starting up our charcoal self-portraits (), so naturally I managed to blacken both of my hands and part of the pocket on my shorts.
But that's not the discovery. Because everyone knows that dark is always messy when it comes to art, even if she is kind of OCD about having her hands clean...
Ahem. Well, I washed and washed my hands... but because I'd stupidly and "artistically" used my fingertips to blend, nothing came off but it didn't work. I wonder why? ANYHOW, I gave up and went home looking like I'd dropped my fingers into a tar pit.
I got home, and I was H-U-N-G-R-Y. Behold the food: Chinese char siu (barbeque pork) buns, pocky, juice. Ooh-la-la, healthy! Unfortunately, I was still HUNGRY [minus the dashes, at least]. So out comes the leftover Pizza Hut! Meaning buffalo wings and a few straggling breadsticks and marinara sauce. Yummm... Right, right. Back on track.
So when I finished eating everything, I noticed that the charcoal was smeared around on my fingertips, kind of disintigrated.
First thought: Wow, it came off!
Second thought: So Pizza Hut does do something more than make us fat!
Third thought: Wait... ECK, did I just eat charcoal???
Fourth thought: ... (Okay, so there really wasn't a fourth thought. Just a disgusted face and furious scrubbing with a napkin.)
So, all in all, there's your charcoal-removing formula. DO NOT TRY ON CLOTHES. 'Cause hot sauce stains too, dear.
Enough. Now for the regular blah.
I've also discovered (it's even less important, though) that I'm a very slow charcoal artist. We're doing a reverse-value portrait from a black/white photo of ourselves, and I've never been too handy with an eraser, so yeah. In the first hour, all I did was the headphones, one hair highlight, and the beginning of the eyes.
I still only like the headphones.
What's up with me and stationary objects, anyway? But at least I could draw a person. What relief! No more milk jugs! Eheheheh...!
Tennis camp was frustrating. I'm getting monumentally better at tennis, but today there was ANOTHER tornado warning and another no-show catastrophe. We had to run up and down the equivalent of fifteen flights of stairs anyway.
My *favorite* little hallway. Yeah, the one with minimal florescent lighting and no air conditioning, even when it's 95 outside. Wooohooo. (note the sarcasm)
Damn sky didn't get all broody and rain and cool down until practice was over.
Don't ask me why, but I watched the end of Lake Placid (the first of many lousy reptilian movies) on TV. The whole time, I was thinking, "Eat the bitch! Eat the bitch!" Lol, that girl who wants to 'save' the crocodile annoys me to death. What're you gonna do with a thirty foot-long monster, anyway? Feed it your lipstick?
Spoiler:
I got so mad when the helicopter crashed into the water and the guy just hops out like it's all good with the crocodile swimming below. Everyone's like, "Where-is-it-where-is-it-where-is-it?" And I'm chuckling, because it's so obvious.
a) there's a big blob in the water, and it's not the cow and it's not that ridiculous pilot either
b) the camera angles are a HUGE foreshadowing as to the next scene (No offense, horror/suspense film directors, but can you PLEASE get over the whole in-the-dark, 'I'm-not-looking', back-of-body shots? Seriously.)
But I did feel bad for the cow. "It's not even swimming anymore," he says, "so what is it? A giant teabag!" (He said the teabag thing, but I don't remember exactly how he phrased it. Still. Best. Quote. fromadumbhorrormovieEver.)
I'm not usually like that, but for some reason when I watch horror movies I get all disorganized-schizophrenic-like and start laughing and cheering for the bad guys. Mentally. At least I think so.
I'm kinda speechless now (HAH!), so I Guess I'll Stop.
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
Anyone ever transcribe something?
Currently Playing: the freshly printed 'Zero Hour' sheets from Noir
everything and anything + the [sparkly new] kitchen sink
beaming
Oookay. Happier mood today.
I've finally gotten that haircut I've been thinking about getting, wanting to get, changing my mind about, dreading, and finally liking. So far. We'll just have to see how it handles humidity and extreme bedhead mornings. It was kind of a big change, because for the longest time I've been growing out my hair (made it to the base of my breasts before I gave it the snip) with just trims to chuck out those chlorine-related split ends.
Yep, courtesy swimming! (Still love it to death, though.)
And now... Let's see... three or four or even four and a half inches off? I think I'm gonna need a side part for a while, but at least the bangs' shortest part is at my jawline. Not all one length -- it slopes back to the middle of my shoulder blades. Looks rather nice, overall.
Pros:
less hair -- more aerodynamic for tennis camp!
I now possess a hairSTYLE!
pretty...
Cons:
less hair (Uwah, I miss it!)
hard to put in a ponytail [not good 'cause I'm a fan of ponytails]
requires more effort to keep hair out of face
Yatta, yatta, enough about hair. Talking as only dark can do, sheesh.
Uh... next thing, next thing... (racks brain)
Ah. Right. Hawaii was lovely. They had a ramen stand -- Naniwa-ya, I think -- and GAWD THE NOODLE-MAKING GUY WAS HOT! (Leave it to dark to fangirl over the man who makes her food...! Eheheh...) I don't know his name, but he probably knows my face since I went there so many days in a row. [Suspiciously during his shift... ] Nice beaches, but shells were hard to come by. I made a necklace/bracelet/anklet/whatever-the-heck-you-want-it-to-be thing [with the good seashells I could find] today, in the middle of the clearing out of the kitchen pantry. Helpful, aren't I? (laughs)
Oh, my family's remodeling the kitchen this month. (Already got the kitchen sink, cabinets, aplliances, handyman, flooring, countertops, et cetera.) In my opinion, it'll be awesome. But yeah, my opinion. What's really got me irked is the paint color. It's light sage-ish green. Which I like. But it's this:
Prior Conversation with Mother:
Q: "What do you think about this color for the living room?"
A: "Ugh, it's hideous. It won't go at all. Don't show me that again."
(Dark eventually gives up persisting with the color. At least she's gotten her two extra sofa pillows in sage. Squishy delight.)
Recent Conversation with Mother:
Q: "Isn't this color great! It goes with everything! See, see, it highlights the flecks in the countertop! It's really nice granite isn't it? 'Emerald Pearl'... Wow. I'm so glad we found it!"
A: "Mom, I told you when we started that I liked that one. You kept saying it was expensive and too dark. And I showed you that color months ag--"
Comeback: "Ah. Inconsequential. Let's go!!!"
Burned. Ouch.
Goes to show you the weight of my premonition-like abilities. Absolute zero.
BUT YES, I've got a busy summer in store. Vacation already down and out for the count, but I still have summer school. Health class is a requirement, and I'd much rather waste eight weeks on it than a year of my time. The second class is Art. But I like art.
And then there's tennis camp...
My back will curse me, I'm certain. And my knees, too.
Sure thing. Okay. Moving on. Better take a shower before my television and computer indulgences leave me taking on at three in the morning! (How does this hair look when wet, I wonder? Hopefully it doesn't just look good 'cause she blow-dried it. I'm hopeless with any product but tap water.)
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
Anyone know how to get the strikeout to show up here? It's my personal favorite ever since I got into LJ.
Unrelated sidenote:
Spoiler:
I've been getting really into the DN Angel manga series. Especially since Satoshi and Daisuke keep getting closer... XDDD To bad that Satoshi looks really evil on the last page of the volume I'm currently finishing (11).
Currently Playing: FMA Movie 1 -- L'Arc~en~Ciel (I <3 them!) -- Link
Alright. Time to ketchup. Not mustard. (Why are our school colors blue and gold? The nearly-plastic robes they gave us for the end-of-the-year celebration-esque event were just horridly muddled.)
But anyhow, the amusement park was pretty nice. Subtracting the nasty, overpriced food and abundance of roller coasters. Worst ice cream and pizza I've ever had; never liked the latter in the first place. This simply proves my theory right.
Chain of thought of those food producers: "Why bother with quality and reasonable prices when your customers can't leave to find something edible better?"
OKAAAY... But going on the one water ride four times and the other once and the train many times because of laziness was fun. I would have actually gone on a roller coaster or two, but the ones I was thinking of apparently "get stuck a lot". Upside-down. So that's a NO. (Someday I'll be back, Iron Wolf! And you too, American Eagle.)
I can handle enormous roller coasters that just go nuts on the way down. But if it goes down and then back up and then in loops...
Aside from THAT, some joy to be had in the last few days of school. Mini-parties in class -- Guess the teachers were glad to see us go, huh? -- but not much else. Very boring, I assure you, but yearbooks were a highlight.
Spoiler:
MY FAVORITE PAIRING WAS THERE!!! Eheheheh. Kyaaa?
TOTAL TANGENT: I have a livejournal account now, which makes it pretty odd to switch back and forth between. Formatting is different. I MISS THE STRIKE-OUT OPTION!!! Already. But anyhow, linkage: bloodred4_0 .
Anyone doing anything fun this summer? Tomorrow I'm headin' out to Hawaii.
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[shichinintaigal]
Vengeance Mode? Yes No (((After Lunch)))
Currently Playing: Good Shoes -- All in My Head (XDDD)
Armed with pyschology, a SasuNaru doujinshi, and many, many to-die-for plans, one thing's certain. Vengeance is on its way. (laughs)
Well take it to heart: "Don't get mad, get even." So inconsiderate of me, ne? So immature of me, ne? Yeah?
Anou sa, anou sa, ara. Such is life. (smirks)
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
Any idea of link-back-to-sender sites? Any ideas at all?
Currently Playing: TATU -- All the Things She Said (Dave Aude Remix-Edit)
I feel like an idiot. One of my friends sent me this seriously dumb chain mail thing, and I tried it. It was something where you're supposed to put in your name and the names of people you like (FULL NAMES), and it's supposed to do something interesting.
For fun, I tried. And stupidly, I used actual people. (And my own name.) Meaning Rain-kun, Gra-kun, and that soccer guy I mentioned before. I'm not one for expressions like this, but...
OOOH-MYYY-GODDD!!! Imagine my total shock when I saw a message saying (but not exactly): YOU"VE BEEN FOOLED!
Hahaha, your secret loves have now been sent to [insert address of sender]! They now know who you like! Ahahaha!
[Come ON! Isn't there a smily for outrageous sobbing?]
I stared at the screen, in shock, for what? Three, five minutes? Fuwah, what an awful end to an awful day! (Running here and there on a bum ankle with mile-high books, having some skating hell, and then going to a pointless school function is not my idea of delight.) So I made up a lame excuse and sent it back to her. Something along the lines of 'Ha! Good thing I was random with picking!'
:-.-:
I'm not worried at all about her knowing Gra-kun. Maybe not even Rain-kun, unless she asks around. BUT THE SOCCER BOY...! DAMN IT! HOW FUCKING EMBARRASSING! She'd better not say a word. A WORD! YOU HEAR ME? Get one of those creepy premonitions, un?
...Oh yeah. Not every day I feel like a moron.
Whoa, luvs. Dead, dead, dead.
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
*emits killing intent* Now where did I put those rusty plastic sporks, again? Right. Cafeteria.
Currently Playing: Furuba -- Image: Hanamajima Family (piano version by josh)
Why, oh WHY did I sign up for German courses!? Not that I've actually taken them yet. I'm just working up the proper angst, here. That's really all.
And why did my 'consultant' (supposedly every student gets one) let me take the AP-type ones, anyway? I'VE NEVER TAKEN GERMAN!!! I barely know any Spanish. The only German words I know are from books and from... (oddly enough) Hagane no Renkinjutsushi [FMA]. Sad, yes. (shrugs)
Okay. Matter concluded.
Moving on... to what?
Oh, right. I plan to be stupid again. It's always a very good thing to plan ahead, you know. Even if it's just to be a moron. I'm going back to play soccer again! (My ankle won't thank me, and neither will the ball, but TOO BAD! ) Maybe this time I'll actually punt the poor darling all the way across the park. That'd be awesome, but such a bother to go and get.
Problem: I don't own a soccer ball. So?
Hmm... Today is a Sunday. Very crazy for a Sunday. I couldn't stay up for too long, seeing as how I have two rehearsals and group photos today. For skating. Annoying, but at least all we did was kind of stand around, , and at one another.
That's all right, I suppose. Minus the way the car's gas tank seems to be plummetting down to EMPTY-O. And minus the way gas prices seem to be going UP-O.
Yeah. Sure. We'll all just settle up with that.
Side Note: Still on theme whatever-it-was-last-Friday. Hopefully some progress'll be made later today.
Side Note: I seem to be somewhat better at virtual pool than at regular pool. My cousins have a fancy pool table, but from what I gather, I was better at making scuff marks on it than banking some nice shots. ...Uh, yeah.
Be glad it's not Monday. I'm worse then.
Anyone seen Blood+? Like what? Hate what? Don't care? I'm curious.
Ja ne,
dark
and co
Gyah, just forgot how to put up pictures. Already. What's the format again? Sorry.
Over and out, for the last time.
Currently Playing: BLOOD+ -- Takahashi Hitomi -- Aozora no Namida
No, it hasn't happened to me. Yet.
Anyhow, the title mainly refers to a few things:
a) guys
b) Mint Pizza Queen's 1000!Theme Challenge
c) the slowness of end-of-the-year school
d) those loveable 'awkward moments'
It's been a while, hmm? (shrugs)
Nonetheless, to be illogical, I'll start with subject B. I've started the 1000!Theme Challenge and so far I've still only got about 20 of them done. ...Yeah, slow. I know. But besides that, I'm having fun with it. That is, when I totally ignore my teachers and classwork and everything else.
Yeah. It's great.
You see (now I'm moving on to subject C), a while back there was this enormous, future-deciding test. It wasn't national or anything. Because those are actually fun. (Inner Self = Competitive Bitch.) Just really important for math. And I studied my ass off (Gasp! Me? Study? Gasp again! *snorts*) for it... on the last two days.
I passed with outrageously flying colors and got what I wanted anyway. But that's not the point. I covered the entire mathbook in that time, taking notes and all the crap-busywork that goes along with it. And now, guess what? We're all going over it again in school. Like idiots. (I'm so mad, because no one else gets it! And it's not even hard. To me.)
Well, at least I have time to totally space out. Hnn?
I think.
And anyhow, at least we have some things coming up that could prove interesting. Childish, yes, but we're going to an amusement park. And I'm actually looking forward to it. Of course, MISSION A is to avoid all roller coasters. I don't like heights, but if someone prods my ego into it, there's going to be some nasty bloodshed and dizzyness aplenty.
Rapid water rides for me, thank ya very much.
BACKTRACK to subject A now. Guys. God, such confusing morons. (Sorry, Yamamanama. And all others.) I just don't get some of them. So annoying, so bothersome.
(SUBJECT D DETOUR: ) Saw Tomato-kun at the park today, with his nice little sister (he calls her a monster) and family. He's human like that, and it's weird to see it. Soccer freak. But never mind him. Way too uke. Hnn.
Unimportant events ensue: just me playing badminton with my best friend and managing to stick a birdie, one racket 3 times, the other racket 2 times, in the tree. We got everything down though, thanks to some hardcore aim and some REALLY tall volleyball net poles.
Okay, so there's still Rain-kun. (Wonder if his hair is still blue and spiky? Wonder if he's still an arrogant bastard? Hope so. Damn it, where is he?) And another guy. Whom I used to be friends with but haven't talked with for a while. He [unexpectedly] hit me with a snowball (Clean, fortunately!), let me hit him back, apologized (kind of), and we walked to the library together. The next day, he ignored me. OKAAAY... So then later we're all happy-happy and nice to each other and playing sports. Suddenly around his friends he starts acting like: "Who're you again?"
And now we're just friends. I think. Another soccer freak I don't understand.
(Sorry to all soccer lovers. And sorry for the choppyness.)
Aside from that, my ankle just started hurting like hell. No wonder why I don't like soccer. I kick too hard. I'm sure they've all given me a codename. The DECAPITATOR. Seriously. If a brick wall gets splintered into incomprehensibly small bits, it's probably my fault. (grins)
Watch out for the spoiler. Don't like shounen-ai hints, don't read.
Spoiler:
Taking all this into consideration, it's no wonder that all the guys are starting to get a bit... odd. Sure, I know they're just teasing each other, but it's kind of interesting to see. Mock love confessions, mentions of 'boyfriends'... Kyaaa, they're going barmy. In a deliciously cute way. (I have such a dirty mind, what with already having a favorite pair.)
Okay. Enough talking.
Go have a life of your own. No need to laugh at mine, right? RIGHT?
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
But it's fun, ne? (repeat of the smily-is-love-a-thon)
Currently Playing: OK Go -- A Million Ways to be Cruel
This entry is useless. New banner, ya see? I'm sure a rabid fangirl will guess who it is instantly. Hint: the cropped screencap comes from episode 17.
Spoiler:
He's Rukia's elder brother, Kuchiki Byakuya. From Bleach.
See, if that worked, I can now spoil things. Thanks, instruction-givers!
And guess what? I actually did my own image fiddling-with. I was debating about a whole bunch of other things, like sharpening, chalk/charcoal-ing, negative-using... blah. Too much work. (laughs awkwardly, scratches back of head) (arrow descends, points at dark: LAZY WOMAN!) So I just added text.
(I could see him saying that ['As if that'll happen.]' anyway. I missed his first appearance, but I DID catch his second! Stupid lousy cruise TV. I missed my Saturday lineup, last week. (mutters) But yeah. Point: at first, he's an arrogant bastard.
And scarily, he's my second or third favorite character so far. I haven't jumped on ahead with the Bleach series, like I have with the Naruto one. So yep. STILL on episode 17.
Spoiler:
I REALLY want to see Ichigo become a Hollow! The anime interpretation should be interesting. And I want to see him finally name his Zanpakuto. And I want to see Byakuya get his butt kicked by Ichigo. ^___^ They're nice together. [Aheheheh... Renji got beaten up by Strawberry-Head (Wasn't that supposedly Ichigo's nickname?), BEFORE Ichigo got tortur--er, trained!]
(sighs) I'll have to wait a bit. (clenches and shakes fist, grumbles obscenities)
Well, yes. That's all for this entry.
Ja ne,
dark
and co
[ShichinintaiGal]
Additional Entry Made Within The Hour (Mother is Frightening):
Remind to never, NEVER let my mother watch a football game, ever again! She was so scary! (sobs)
"GET 'IM, GET 'IM! THAT'S IT, TACKLE HIM! GO, GO! YOU'RE IN HOT WATER NOW! AW, HOW COULD YOU HAVE MISSED THAT PASS?!"
(shudders)
(shudders again)
She's worse than I am. I don't like football, but she supposedly REALLY doesn't like it. And there she was, acting like a crazed Bears fan. (The Bears won the game, by the way. Great field goal by Robbie Gould. Knowing myself, I probably spelled his name wrong. )
Anyhow, that's it. Just some humor. Scary humor.
Ja.
Currently Playing: NARUTO - Sambomaster - Seishun Kyousoukyoku
...
] Nice beaches, but shells were hard to come by. I made a necklace/bracelet/anklet/whatever-the-heck-you-want-it-to-be thing [with the good seashells I could find] today, in the middle of the clearing out of the kitchen pantry. Helpful, aren't I? (laughs)
Right. Cafeteria.
) Maybe this time I'll actually punt the poor darling all the way across the park. That'd be awesome, but such a bother to go and get.
, and 
at one another.
