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Identity
CW
Contact
fleecy_sheep@yahoo.com
Birth
August 26
Zodiac
Virgo
Chinese
Zodiac
Rat
Location
Canada
To Do
List
Write Colours
Black Books
Johnny Got His
Gun Movies
Adolescnce of
Utena Musicians
Finger Eleven Songs
Slow Chemical Foods
Unagi Animals
Teika Friends
Petey Anime
Fruits Basket Manga
Shirahime-Syo Games
Kingdom
Hearts Bishounen
Souma Shigure Bishoujo
Lina Inverse Villains
Nakago
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:: Okaeri Nasai...? :: 4:47 pm, 2/22/03 I do apologize for my blogging absence. I have been having some... eh... health problems, which, unfortunately, restrict me. Those who need to know what's wrong have already been notified, so I will refrain from going into detail here. I had a question e-mailed to me recently, regarding my side-bar information. Relating to my song list, a girl asked me how I, of all people, could like a song whose title so blatantly insulted homosexuals (read: Faggot, by Mindless Self Indulgence). My response: it's cute. I don't know how many people have ever heard MSI, but they're... an interesting group, to say the least. I once hated them, disgusted by their strange subject matter (read: Pussy All Night, Bitches, Faggot, etc.), but Evan recently corrupted me into actually liking their technotronic, video game-esque beats and silly melodies. I implore anyone who has a good sense of humour to download Bitches and Faggot. Oh, and while listening to Faggot, do try to picture Shuichi from Gravitation bouncing around. It's cute. While down and out, I rewatched Fushigi Yuugi, out of mere boredom. I'm happy to say that I remain undoubtably in love with that show. However, Chichiri has now been bumped from my favourite character spot, and Nuriko has moved right on in, his girlish charms and strange methods capturing my favour from perhaps his very first appearance. Bizarre, isn't it, how one can switch preferences so easily... But, such is the case with many other anime I have watched. Sailor Saturn used to be my favourite character in Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, but she was kicked from her throne by Sailor Uranus. Skuld from Ah! Megami-sama took up my favour, until I rewatched the OVAs. Urd is now the preference. Why is it that we, as humans, can switch our opinions so easily? Is it the same for friends? Will I wake up tomorrow and think, "Well, Pete, it's been a good run, but I think I'll now consider [insert name here] my most beloved and precious friend." I surely hope not. Perhaps I'm taking myself too seriously. Just because my preferences in favourite anime characters change does not, by any means, make my affections that of ADHD style. Does it? With love, :: On a Bizarre Note... :: 5:00 am, 1/26/03 I'm rather bored and frustrated at the moment. I'm trying to work on this damned story outline, as well as write an article for Dumpster Kitty. Heh... I was mucking around on the computer for some divine inspiration, when I came across something rather... interesting. What you are about to read is an exerpt from an MSN log, which was pulled from a conversation Pete, CC and I were having. Beware, and tread lighty. The insanity might very well be contagious.
CW says: Once upon a time there was a lamp named Bob. CW says: (Your turn, P-chan! ^^) Petey says: Bob was a very old little lamp, but he still shone brightly for those whom he loved (^^). But one day, the one that he loved the most...unplugged him! CW says: (What the hell am I supposed to do with THAT?!) Petey says: (why did the person unplug him? how does Bob feel? is he going to get revenge?...) CW says: (Wouldn't he be dead?) Petey says: (...) CW says: (-_- New topic?) Petey says: (LOL) CW says: Once upon a time there was a cute bunny named Commander Bun. Petey says: He didn't like his name so one day, he decided to hunt those who had named him. CW says: Commander Bun took up a sharpened carrot as a weapon, and set out on his journey to use his kung-fu bunny moves on the one who had named him. Petey says: He had not traveled far when he met up with another rabbit, Little Bunny CC! CW says: (0.0) Petey says: (*rofl*) CW says: Little Bunny CC was a short, cute, pink little bun, who enjoyed hopping around and dating morons. Petey says: (lol) CC says: (O.O) CW says: (*Snickers.*) CC says: (grrr...) CW says: (Hehehehe!) Petey says: When Little CC saw Bun, she felt a little tingling in her tummy...she was TWITTERPATED! CW says: (I WILL NOT WRITE BUNNY SMUT!!! >_<) Petey says: (lmao) CW says: (NO BUNNY SMUT!!!! EVER!!!) CW says: (I don't like this story anymore.) CC says: (no smut please) CW says: Once upon a time there was a virgin nun who had sworn herself off sex, or anything related to. CW says: (Smuttify THAT! =P) Petey says: (...) CW says: (*ELOE*) CC says: (he he) CW says: (*Suddenly scared 'cause P-chan hasn't posted yet.*) Petey says: She was a stuck up old prude who would sit and glare at the children, jealous of their beauty and youth. One day, she let her feelings slip and told the pastor. The man was very angry, as the nun had broken a commandment. He then proceded to throw her out of the church, taking her little penguine suit away as he did so. Ashamed and left with no where to turn, she ended up on the street corner, Petey says: now being mocked by the children that she had once done so to. CW says: (..........) CW says: (I hate you.) Petey says: (^^) CC says: (wow) CW says: So, there was this chicken, right? And he liked being a celibate little chicken. NOTHING COULD MAKE HIM HAVE SEX. CW says: (Take THAT!) Petey says: One day, by process of elimination, he was chosen to be next on the dinner table. However, that day the man of the farm had left his wife, enraged by what she had been doing to the animals. When the little chicken heard this, he tried running, but his little chicken legs didn't carry him far. The woman soon caught up with the little guy and did things to him that would make a cow blush. Petey says: (I RULE!) CW says: (Eeeeeeeew...) CC says: (that's gross) And there you are. I do believe I'll entitle this piece Petey the Pervert. With love, :: Stories of the Mind :: 6:22 pm, 1/25/03 I promised to write a story for Evan, based on one of his dreams. I find myself uncomfortably stuck on the first line. No matter how I try, no opening line will come to me. Do I begin in first person? Third omniscient? Stream of consciousness? I am indecisive and bewildered. I suppose he'll just have to wait... After all, there is no cure for writer's block. But, is that true? There are hundreds of methods, I'm sure, to kick the mind back into creative rotation, but I have yet to find the solution to this mental blockage. Watching anime has really never helped; they are merely windows into ideas, creative endeavours which breed thought but no words. Music is a common solution, I believe, but no inspiration is coming to me. So, what to do? I guess I will continue to sit here, staring at the outline of this monster with frustration coursing through my veins. Perhaps I shall complain to Miss Pete; after all, she's pretty damned used to it at this point. With love, :: How is it That I Feel Old? :: 8:34pm, 1/24/03 L33T. W00T. I am lost. What is this bizarre new internet language, one which mocks me with its intricate complexity and strange absurdity? I feel that the age of LOL and BRB has passed, and has been replaced by this distant and wholly unfamiliar mix of letters and numbers. I've been told that this new language is, in fact, not new at all. If so, where was I? Is it merely being used by the younger generation, one which plagues the internet with such childish words as ish and whut? I am concerned that illiteracy has begun sweeping the world with a massive disease of misspelled words and ugly grammar. I will continue to feel old, however, and try my best not to be corrupted by this strange and alien language. I might have missed an entire generation of internet jargon, but sorrow for my absence will never take me over. ...what a little hypocrite I am. I continually use words of Japanese and French origins, though I am far from fluent in either. Does that make me of a different generation of strange tongue, or am I merely curious? Nothing can tell, so I will continue to complain about what I cannot understand. With love, :: A New Beginning :: 6:58 pm, 1/23/03 I felt a new blog layout was necessary. Not that I didn't love the old one, nor do I think any less of Ana's incredible HTMLing skills, but I grow bored easily. *Shrug.* Well, here you go. I plan to also have new content... *Smirk.* Ja matta ne. With love, |
