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Name: Snuffles
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Fredericksburg
Birthday: 9/1/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Sharpening my Sword, Going into battle, Drawing, Writing fiction, Updating my website, Music, Playing Keyboard, Imagining stuff, Laughing
Expertise: *Snork* what?
Occupation: Student... Piano Teacher... So
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Armored777 Blade
Member Since:
9/2/2005
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| I miss you. Curse you Myspace and Facebook. I'm so distracted. | | |
| Taking a break from the noisy worlds of Myspace and Facebook... coming
to the quiet corner of Xanga to ponder old memories and recount the
new... Okay whatever, I'm sounding weird. Let's just get on with this.
Obviously this will be quite a short entry.
Kyeongku left on the 23rd as scheduled. We had a big ol' going away party. Those type of things make me uneasy to say the least. I know for me, when someone is planning to leave, I try my best to get over it beforehand so it's not too bad when they actually do leave. But when everyone around me is like, "So-n-so is leaving. How does this make you feel?" "You know they're leaving in three days. Are you sad?" "You know they're leaving in two days..." and so on. It's like I am completely oblivious.
First Kyeongku, then Jamie and Annie. Will is leaving in just a week. Chris will be gone and January. And I don't even want to think about what it will be like when Karmijn leaves. Things will just be terrible. Of course, I will probably be reminded 25039 times that they'll be gone. I remember that one night while my ma and I were driving home from helping Jamie and Annie's family pack, my ma said, "You know Will is leaving in a few weeks. Wow, all your friends are leaving, aren't they?"
I didn't say anything because I was trying not to cry until I got home, but I thought, "Thanks for reminding me". Bleck.
So it was about two weeks before Jamie moved that he pulled his famous stunt. For the sake of naming it, I will call that prank, "The Dethroning". It involved shoving a lifeguard into the pool. But for safety reasons, I won't go into too much detail... I don't want to... you know... be dragged out of my house at night, beaten to death in the middle of the street and hung up on the stop sign by a stake through my neck. And all because of a Xanga entry.
But at the end of that fateful day, the lifeguard pronounced judgment on me because Jamie was my guest. It had me worried because the Cyclone duo was supposed to come that next weekend and the lifeguard said I couldn't have any more guests.
I haven't been to the pool recently, but I went to scope it out the next day (by myself). The lifeguard watched me like a hawk. But when my cousins did come, he was not there when I snuck them to the pool. That was good because none of the other lifeguards knew. Or maybe they knew and just thought it was funny. I dunno.
Okay, so there was this bubbling anticipation for the CYT Teen Camp waiting dormant under all those events. It was the week before that I really started getting excited about it. Wintermission was okay, but that last day, I was so depressed that it wasn't even funny (I don't remember why either, but I missed the last worship session because of it). So the few days before the camp, I was determined to have my ULTIMATE camo gear ready and become the ninja of the woods. They had it set up so that every evening they would have a special event where we could "dress up" to match certain themes (flannel pajamas, 80's styles, Hawaiian, etc). But I seriously thought the Night Wars was the reason I would try to stay alive. I even considered trying to construct a grappling hook so I could climb on top of the cabins and swing from the trees. Of course, I knew that was overkill.
The camp has been over for four days now. I had a great time. And... I actually miss it. The songs are fresh in my head, but I'm not stupid enough to attempt to sing them. It was bad enough performing it, hoping the audience (or the cast) wouldn't hear those sour notes erupting from my mutated vocal cords. I even break into the Footloose dance when I think the coast is clear.
But now, Karmijn is here. It's just like having a sister. She's from Holland and she's really nice. I'm wondering if we'll argue a lot. I didn't argue with Kyeongku, but I don't think I had talked to him as much as I've talked to Karmijn. So some disagreement is bound to happen.
By the time September rolls by, I'll be going full time to college, possibly back with CYT, possibly with enough piano students to make some good money and with a NEW HOUSE. Ah, change. Don't we all love it and hate it? I know I do. Isn't it so sudden and so gradual? It definitely is to me.
And that, concludes my uh, entry. Now, let's leave with a classic.
Justice PUNCH
G'night.
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| Water go up your nose? No, I'm not talking about drowning, but just enough to give your head an awful feeling? Okay, have you ever had a dart shot in your eye? Well, me either but a pressurized jet of water seemed to have simulated that feeling pretty well. So our pool finally opened on Saturday and I started sustaining more invisible injuries. My hand got sprained or something and I forgot when and how, but sometimes if I squeeze it, it hurts really bad. Then I got whacked in the nose three times on Monday finally, I got water squirted up my nostril and into my eye close range with a pressurized squirt toy. Ouch.
Well, life is threatening to get stressful, all the usual junk that I have to do or else my ma will reprimand me. CYT isn't going that great for me either but I might be able to have friends over more often during the summer to go swimming. It feels kinda awkward, during this time last year I would be packing to go on a mission trip. I'm feeling kinda... happy... that I don't have to worry about getting all the stuff together. Hopefully this will relate to anyone who has been on a mission trip before, or multiple mission trips. I spend about a week to pack; three to four days to buy stuff I think I'll need, check off the list... one day or two to pack it, weigh it, pack it again, weigh it again... then finally, the day of traveling to the first destination, but by the time evening rolls around and you're fixin' to go to bed, you look in your pack and realize... YOU FORGOT SOMETHING!!! For me, it's usually stupid stuff like... TOOTHPASTE!!! or... A PILLOW!!! Well, I've never forgotten toothpaste on a mission trip before (not likely for that to happen since my two-month excursion last year found me packing four tubes). And I honestly never really forgot my pillow but I would always have to leave it behind because it was too bulky for my pack. But I did forget it when I went on a weekend retreat to Eagle Eyrie in January. I left it sitting in my foyer! Talk about pathetic. Of course, while you're there, you just learn to make use without whatever item or items you forgot and are just grateful you didn't forget your inhaler (that is, if you're asthmatic).
It has been a week since I've been without a truck. It's broken so we had to get rid of it. Which is kind of a good thing because while I was struggling to be satisfied with something with four round wheels, the A/C didn't work and the radio didn't accept the iTrip too readily. I was getting used to the stick shift and now that I'm driving my ma's van again, I feel like such a lazy bum driving an automatic. But oh well.
Kyeongku is leaving on the 23rd of June. It's hard to believe it has almost been a year since he came and I don't really want him to leave but we're getting another exchange student to stay with us starting in August.
My fingers beg for mercy. I have typed too much.
Quote from the Cyclone:
"David has to go to... C... T... no, Y... T... C... whatever it's called!"
*Living Spore* (Technique used by Angel)
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| Well well well...
I'm taking a very BIG risk revealing this information so I might erase any link that Draycos and Scaff may be able to find. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that no one who reads this knows them and if they do, they will not utter a word of it.
I apologize in advance, this post is about..... you guessed it. The Episode 4 I've been obsessing over. I just got through writing my very first remix (of my own song though). I'm beginning to enjoy writing these MIDIs and I might post a few once I'm done with the entire soundtrack. Perhaps. Anyway, here's what's new...
Decisive Fight (Well, this song I feel needs to have energy even more so than the other songs)
Doom Battle (Only heard during the fight with Dai Doom and his brother, Totem Doom... it sounds... kinda like a chant)
The First Maar Battle (I wrote this song months ago but I polished it up)
Fight against the Darikii Pilot (This is the song I remixed...)
Fight against the Darikii Pilot (2nd Form) (Once the pilot transforms, it will switch to this remix)
I'm thirsty.
*Jaguar Pound* (Physical Technique used by Jaguar)
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| A TERRIBLE son. I didn't even get a card for my ma for Mother's Day and although I knew it is tomorrow, I didn't really start thinking about it until today. And even then, when I tried to go to the stores after my friend's graduation, they were closed. What a pathetic creature I am.
Four little devils at CYT trying to kill me reminded me of that scene in the Passion of the Christ with the demon children and Judas Iscariot. I could tolerate it off and on. Sometimes they would annoy me so bad. And although I probably won't run off and hang myself (that's a different story) they wore me out.
Now, I shall fill my room with poison gas and put myself in eternal rest. Sounds rather humane compared to the white hot javelins.
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