My Brains!
Mar. 25th, 2005 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brb_evilOwowowowow! My dad, although I WARNED him, really, I did, downloaded a "Pirated Copy" of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. DUH. Talk about fanfiction. But he knew better, so he downloaded it. And now my mind is damaged. The whole first chapter is about Dudley and Harry having some bonding time because they both really need to go to the bathroom. Apparently, for unknown reasons they've become best buds. Sheesh. Ooh, ooh, and it ends with Dumbledore getting vapourised.
Don't look at me, I just glanced at the beginning and the end. I think my dad's actually reading the whole thing.
So...right now, I'm feeling extremely gothy and seriously considered dressing, er, gothily for Halloween this year. Yeah, really. Fishnet and all. It comes from reading too many goth and gay webcomics. I have no idea how the gay bit influenced me. I don't think it did. I'll be back to normal eventually. While I'm not, though, I've started my own comic. It is not goth or gay. I really have no experience in either section. Also, the drawing isn't that great either because it's ME.
Oh, and anyone who reads this (Meaning Penny, who already is, and perhaps Marion) should read this webcomic. It's quite brilliant. http://yinepu.net/nicehairindex.html# You might go to the links she has while you're at it. And also her Jinks comic.
...sexy cartoon guys...
Um, yes.
Took another quiz, here.
You are Jinks! Perpetually confused but always with
the best intentions. Cabbage talks to you and
nobody likes your writing. Mmm. Cabbage.
Which 'Jinks' Character Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Nifty, huh? Won't make much sense unless you read the comic. And also, I don't know if it applies much.
Someday I'll start posting all my dreams on this site. They're rather amusing. And quite a few of them involve Discworld. Which, for me, means basically Rincewind and Vimes. *sighs* I love those guys... But some of them don't, even. The funny thing for me, is that any of my dreams that involve Firefly also involve Marion. Just because my subconcious decides that she might like to come along, seeing as she likes them so much. At least, that's my version. For instance, I had a dream once that I was staying at this hotel-thing that was in a very cold place, and I was sitting on the couch. Marion was there. Not doing anything at all, just there. Then, Mal runs past and flings the door open. A gust of cold air and snow flies in as he stares out somewhat reluctantly. Then, he makes up his mind and runs out.
"Marion!" I say, "That was Mal!"
"Wow!" says Marion, "Let's follow him!" She runs out into the snow. I almost follow her, but then realise I'm not wearing any boots.
"Ohno, I can't go out without boots!" I say. I decide to rewind time using a handy time machine in the room so I can follow Mal because it's too late to do it now. So I pull on some boots, and a coat, and then I tap the screen of the time machine.
'Not Logged In' says the screen. I type in my usual username and password.
'Not Compatible' says the screen. I spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out how to start the time machine. Halfway through, it becomes even harder when all of the letters turn into a strange code. Then I wake up.
Here's the next one.
Marion and I(told ya)are running around this spaceship with the Firefly crew. We seem to be in some sort of shoot out. Somehow, Marion and I get trapped in a room. We bang on the door and some of the others try to break in to help us out, but to no avail. The room that we're in breaks away from the rest of the ship and begins to plummet. There is now a large opening in the opposite wall. I can see clouds and sky rushing past.
"Agh!" I say, or something like it. I drop a library book that I'm holding.
"Oh no!" I dive for it, trying to get it, but it slides out of the opening. Marion pulls me back from it just in time.
"Don't kill yourself, it's just a library book," she says. I am worried about the fines.
"I found some parachutes," says Marion. Clutching my remaining library books, I put one on. We both jump out of the falling room. I drop another library book. It lands on a cloud. I try to maneuver to get it, but it falls through. I can see an Ankh-Morpork-like city below. We fall, and I pull my parachute line-thing. Then, we land in the city, and I spend the rest of the dream and a computer-gamish state, trying to find my library books.
So, there's all the dreams I'll post right now. I stopped for a while, because my dad was reading The Light Fantastic and I had to read it over his shoulder. Gleeful fun. I love Rincewind so much...
I do wish everyone wasn't doing something. And I can never talk with Ringo because she's never on Trillian. Extremely disappointing. Come back from Mexico, Marion, damnit! Should I even be saying that on Good Friday? I'm a little muzzy on religion. Full moon, though. *howls* I should do something pagan! That whole thing just APPEALS to me. I'd like to be a pretentious gothic witch. It would be amusing.
Please don't kill me wiccans!
Hehheh. Everytime I draw Andema, she looks slightly different. At least that's an improvement on Vimes. Everytime I draw HIM, the only thing that remains the same are his eyebrows.
I've just realised that what I've been typing looks like a series of my thoughts just as they enter my head. Well, that's not true. I have been contemplating most of these for at least a month. It's true.
On a completely unrelated note, my eraser has disappeared. I've had to open a new one, which is really annoying. And a waste of erasers. I bet someone stole it. Whoever did, you'd better give it back! I have GOT to stop LENDING things to people!
Hee hee! Easter! And for me, this means candy! I love candy. I could eat it AAAAAALL the time. Well, not really. Not even accurate, actually. More like, I always have bad experiences with Easter (my brother getting chicken pox, stepping on a nail whilst searching for eggs, throwing up after painting eggs, throwing up after eating chocolate, various stomach flus, ect.) so I always feel slightly sick. And worried. I had one of those chocolate bunnies, once, and I felt SOOOO sick. Even looking at it. I eventually made my dad eat it.
I bet I died on Easter in a previous life. And I realise that that would be incredibly ironic, but what're you gonna do?
That was a really big change from the start of a paragraph to the end. I think my avatar really IS applying to me today. Or tonight. Or whatever I should call it.
Maybe I'll draw another comic. Or give the one I have a name.
I blame my influences on Hilary. That's a good plan, I think. Don't worry, though, Hilary, I'll put you in my comic eventually to make up for it. BLAME!
I'm really on a roll here, huh?
Now I will say something to do with my fanfictions. "May the Phorce be with you!" There. That's obscure enough, I think.
I'm going to stop now... Mostly because I've run out of things to say fro the moment. But I will be back with more. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!
...
Don't look at me, I just glanced at the beginning and the end. I think my dad's actually reading the whole thing.
So...right now, I'm feeling extremely gothy and seriously considered dressing, er, gothily for Halloween this year. Yeah, really. Fishnet and all. It comes from reading too many goth and gay webcomics. I have no idea how the gay bit influenced me. I don't think it did. I'll be back to normal eventually. While I'm not, though, I've started my own comic. It is not goth or gay. I really have no experience in either section. Also, the drawing isn't that great either because it's ME.
Oh, and anyone who reads this (Meaning Penny, who already is, and perhaps Marion) should read this webcomic. It's quite brilliant. http://yinepu.net/nicehairindex.html# You might go to the links she has while you're at it. And also her Jinks comic.
...sexy cartoon guys...
Um, yes.
Took another quiz, here.
You are Jinks! Perpetually confused but always with
the best intentions. Cabbage talks to you and
nobody likes your writing. Mmm. Cabbage.
Which 'Jinks' Character Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Nifty, huh? Won't make much sense unless you read the comic. And also, I don't know if it applies much.
Someday I'll start posting all my dreams on this site. They're rather amusing. And quite a few of them involve Discworld. Which, for me, means basically Rincewind and Vimes. *sighs* I love those guys... But some of them don't, even. The funny thing for me, is that any of my dreams that involve Firefly also involve Marion. Just because my subconcious decides that she might like to come along, seeing as she likes them so much. At least, that's my version. For instance, I had a dream once that I was staying at this hotel-thing that was in a very cold place, and I was sitting on the couch. Marion was there. Not doing anything at all, just there. Then, Mal runs past and flings the door open. A gust of cold air and snow flies in as he stares out somewhat reluctantly. Then, he makes up his mind and runs out.
"Marion!" I say, "That was Mal!"
"Wow!" says Marion, "Let's follow him!" She runs out into the snow. I almost follow her, but then realise I'm not wearing any boots.
"Ohno, I can't go out without boots!" I say. I decide to rewind time using a handy time machine in the room so I can follow Mal because it's too late to do it now. So I pull on some boots, and a coat, and then I tap the screen of the time machine.
'Not Logged In' says the screen. I type in my usual username and password.
'Not Compatible' says the screen. I spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out how to start the time machine. Halfway through, it becomes even harder when all of the letters turn into a strange code. Then I wake up.
Here's the next one.
Marion and I(told ya)are running around this spaceship with the Firefly crew. We seem to be in some sort of shoot out. Somehow, Marion and I get trapped in a room. We bang on the door and some of the others try to break in to help us out, but to no avail. The room that we're in breaks away from the rest of the ship and begins to plummet. There is now a large opening in the opposite wall. I can see clouds and sky rushing past.
"Agh!" I say, or something like it. I drop a library book that I'm holding.
"Oh no!" I dive for it, trying to get it, but it slides out of the opening. Marion pulls me back from it just in time.
"Don't kill yourself, it's just a library book," she says. I am worried about the fines.
"I found some parachutes," says Marion. Clutching my remaining library books, I put one on. We both jump out of the falling room. I drop another library book. It lands on a cloud. I try to maneuver to get it, but it falls through. I can see an Ankh-Morpork-like city below. We fall, and I pull my parachute line-thing. Then, we land in the city, and I spend the rest of the dream and a computer-gamish state, trying to find my library books.
So, there's all the dreams I'll post right now. I stopped for a while, because my dad was reading The Light Fantastic and I had to read it over his shoulder. Gleeful fun. I love Rincewind so much...
I do wish everyone wasn't doing something. And I can never talk with Ringo because she's never on Trillian. Extremely disappointing. Come back from Mexico, Marion, damnit! Should I even be saying that on Good Friday? I'm a little muzzy on religion. Full moon, though. *howls* I should do something pagan! That whole thing just APPEALS to me. I'd like to be a pretentious gothic witch. It would be amusing.
Please don't kill me wiccans!
Hehheh. Everytime I draw Andema, she looks slightly different. At least that's an improvement on Vimes. Everytime I draw HIM, the only thing that remains the same are his eyebrows.
I've just realised that what I've been typing looks like a series of my thoughts just as they enter my head. Well, that's not true. I have been contemplating most of these for at least a month. It's true.
On a completely unrelated note, my eraser has disappeared. I've had to open a new one, which is really annoying. And a waste of erasers. I bet someone stole it. Whoever did, you'd better give it back! I have GOT to stop LENDING things to people!
Hee hee! Easter! And for me, this means candy! I love candy. I could eat it AAAAAALL the time. Well, not really. Not even accurate, actually. More like, I always have bad experiences with Easter (my brother getting chicken pox, stepping on a nail whilst searching for eggs, throwing up after painting eggs, throwing up after eating chocolate, various stomach flus, ect.) so I always feel slightly sick. And worried. I had one of those chocolate bunnies, once, and I felt SOOOO sick. Even looking at it. I eventually made my dad eat it.
I bet I died on Easter in a previous life. And I realise that that would be incredibly ironic, but what're you gonna do?
That was a really big change from the start of a paragraph to the end. I think my avatar really IS applying to me today. Or tonight. Or whatever I should call it.
Maybe I'll draw another comic. Or give the one I have a name.
I blame my influences on Hilary. That's a good plan, I think. Don't worry, though, Hilary, I'll put you in my comic eventually to make up for it. BLAME!
I'm really on a roll here, huh?
Now I will say something to do with my fanfictions. "May the Phorce be with you!" There. That's obscure enough, I think.
I'm going to stop now... Mostly because I've run out of things to say fro the moment. But I will be back with more. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!
...
