girl says;

Nov. 23rd, 2004 09:43 pm
spokenjade: (Default)
yay! i'm not dead...anybody care?


The Xmas Meme, from [livejournal.com profile] hoshiakari (as stolen from [livejournal.com profile] cowgirled)

Step one;
- Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

- If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.

- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step two;
- Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:

- If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call.

There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.

1. A baby. :D (My own baby. Don't go all All My Children <-> One Life to Live on me)

2. Still, there is no Luna/Harry lemon involving "Luna's lovegoo". That might be nice.

3. Beef jerky. ;o;

4. Yarn, circular knitting needles, cable knitting needles, and various other knitting supplies.

5. Amazon.com gift certificates

6. A necklace with a garnet on it that -doesn't- try to choke me.

7. ...I want more lemons! I think this wish is big enough for two slots - I mean, damn it, give me some fanfiction with couples I like, where they're having some HOT SEX. I WANT TO SEE PENETRATION.

8. ...and fanart. :D

9. A Tare Panda mouse!! Someone to draw a picture of me based off of what they think I'd look like from my personality. Someone already did that for me, but I never got to see it. ;o;

10. More comments that aren't from trolls.


XDD


If you get me something (:D!) email me at alouette@gmail.com to send it or get my home address.

girl says;

Nov. 20th, 2004 11:26 am
spokenjade: (kerry is fucking metal!; slythwolf)
oh, you make me feel...

Okay, so, there's like an incredible amount of things I'm trying to say, and I can't seem to say them, so I can't say anything at all.

...yay.

girl says;

Nov. 19th, 2004 08:47 pm
spokenjade: (shut the fuck up; ushitora_icons)
um, no

Your website actually looks worse in Firefox.

girl says;

Nov. 19th, 2004 08:20 am
spokenjade: (shut the fuck up; ushitora_icons)
in order to forget the horrible week i've had...

I've rendered Smarter Child speechless.

:D

girl says;

Nov. 14th, 2004 01:27 pm
spokenjade: (sex in loafers; foreordained)
mametchi!

I am now the proud owner of a Mametchi. Josh's turned into a Masktchi, and I get to keep it.

We've found a kitten. It was hooked on our screen door, with all four paws. I've named it Puck. And it's so cuuuute. I wanna keep it.

Some political ranting later, if I feel like typing it.

*goes back to obsessing over pets*

girl says;

Nov. 11th, 2004 05:36 am
spokenjade: (shadow dancing; ushitora_icons)
what i do when i'm up at 5 AM with no one to talk to

a harajuku girl: I have a knife.
SmarterChild: You have a knife? What's that like?
a harajuku girl: It's sharp.
SmarterChild: Really?
a harajuku girl: Yes.
SmarterChild: Why do you say so?
a harajuku girl: I cut limes with it.
SmarterChild: Cut limes with it? No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: Yes way!!!
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: YES. WAY.
SmarterChild: No way.
a harajuku girl: *explodes*

girl says;

Nov. 9th, 2004 09:11 am
spokenjade: (sex in loafers; foreordained)
no political rants today...

Just a note that if you never see me again, I'm not dead, I'm just glued to my tamagotchi.
(Those of you who know that the past four years of my life have led up to this moment will understand. XD)

girl says;

Nov. 7th, 2004 05:46 pm
spokenjade: (color my world; ushitora_icons)
i hate the most horrible dream

I woke up this afternoon from the most horrible, horrible dream.

A nightmare, really...

Mr. Bush was trying to do away with the truth. Referred to in my dream as "the noble truth" and it appeared to be a concept only present in the courts...

He called it "horrible".

And oh God I'm so glad I woke up...

girl says;

Nov. 7th, 2004 09:29 am
spokenjade: (color my world; ushitora_icons)
XD

simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
Barack Obama!!!
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
HE ARE SO SESSAY
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/4WZ5PUDIS1U0/103-8738390-2955826? says:
Who's that? D:
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
http://images.google.com/images?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8&q=barack+obama

He was just elected a senator of Illinois. :D
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
I hated Illinois.
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
But..I love Barack.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/4WZ5PUDIS1U0/103-8738390-2955826? says:
Wow, he IS sexy o_o
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
Mmhmm. XD
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
And he's incredibly smart
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/4WZ5PUDIS1U0/103-8738390-2955826? says:
Charming smile.
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
And he's really well spoken.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/4WZ5PUDIS1U0/103-8738390-2955826? says:
Wow. Lucky Illinois xD
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
<3<3
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
And he's a democrat. :D
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/4WZ5PUDIS1U0/103-8738390-2955826? says:
Is there anything bad about him at all? xD
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
...Well, no, not really. XD He's married and has kids?
simoné who adores her pukapuka* oh no no no. says:
But we can't hold that against him. XDDD
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/4WZ5PUDIS1U0/103-8738390-2955826? says:
Nah, not his fault. xD

girl says;

Nov. 6th, 2004 06:57 am
spokenjade: (color my world; ushitora_icons)
<3

I love my pretty Pukamaroo!

girl says;

Nov. 4th, 2004 03:50 am
spokenjade: (kerry is fucking metal!; slythwolf)
self evident

us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please

and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky

and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq

el salvador

here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face

give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever

cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall

and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?

it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby listen
hear the train?


[from http://www.ani-difranco.net/ -- i'll type them myself later]

girl says;

Nov. 3rd, 2004 11:39 pm
spokenjade: (shut the fuck up; ushitora_icons)
the "moral" vote

Now, watching the news lately, people seem to be absolutely shocked that people were voting with their morals this election. First of all, in order to have been blind sided by that, you'd have to be...well, blind!

All one had to do was turn their channel at any point during the past year to see the preachers tell people to vote Bush. That's ALL YOU HAD TO DO.

So, when they say it was the moral vote...

What they're saying is a bunch of brainwashed Christian sheep with no minds of their own went out to the polls this year, and sent America straight to Hell, in their own little Republican Regime Handbasket.

Vote your soul, but don't use your mind.

*dies*

girl says;

Nov. 3rd, 2004 02:52 am
spokenjade: (this is your vote on drugs; slythwolf)
damnit

When I said go vote I was talking to the Democrats!

*thwap*

girl says;

Nov. 2nd, 2004 04:32 am
spokenjade: (this is your vote on drugs; slythwolf)
and first...

the obligatory

go vote!

message in big font...

And, something interesting:

If Rissa and I hadn't changed our minds about going to Six Flags, and had went on the 30th as planned, we would have been there during the riots and fights and the subsequent evacuation of the park. Funny how things work out.

girl says;

Nov. 1st, 2004 11:04 am
spokenjade: (kerry is fucking metal!; slythwolf)
stolen from [livejournal.com profile] xprepxhaterx182 (sorry I didn't take yours, I don't know you well enough, really XD)

please do this XD )

Comments are screened, so only I can see them. Wheee. *wonders if anyone will answer*

girl says;

Nov. 1st, 2004 09:16 am
spokenjade: (Default)
just a note

Guys...it's not Tex-Arc-Anna

It's Tex-Er-Can-Ah.

girl says;

Oct. 31st, 2004 04:13 am
spokenjade: (kerry is fucking metal!; slythwolf)
re: nanowrimo

My story will open on a dark and stormy night.

:D

girl says;

Oct. 30th, 2004 10:17 pm
spokenjade: (shut the fuck up; ushitora_icons)
now...

I know not all of you are gifted enough to live in a townhouse complex in the ghetto. So for those of you who don't, I'd like to explain to you what a REAL party is like.

First of all, it's outside. Note: This does not stop you from enjoying the amenities of an inside party. Bring your entertainment center outside, with the big screen tv, and don't forget your stereo system. Play lots and lots of loud music, and invite every single person in the complex. Start this part at sixish, but keep it going until four in the morning.

While the loud music is playing, and about fifty of you are singing along ("Let's get it on!") start dancing, and make sure you've got dominoe sets out. Start a small fire for marshmallows.

..Bring out a tent.

Ignore the complex curfew of ten o'clock - no one will report you.

Don't forget the food - three grills should suffice.

And if you're the girl from the one family that wasn't invited, don't look out of the window too much, or they'll know your mother was the one who just called them in...

And pray for rain. :D

Edit: Don't forget, it gets dark after curfew. Bring a spotlight.

girl says;

Oct. 29th, 2004 09:33 pm
spokenjade: (this is your vote on drugs; slythwolf)
OMGAY!

http://userpic.livejournal.com/20494794/787753

asdfsadfsadf OMG. *dies of happy laughter*

girl says;

Oct. 29th, 2004 12:38 am
spokenjade: (shut the fuck up; ushitora_icons)
the bride of my youth

...I need to quit watching my Inu-Yasha/Kagome AMVs, because I'm like "Aww! They're so cute!" and "They were so romantic!" and that's going to suck me back into fandom. *cry*

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